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Mr. Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

-"Richard Cory," by Edward Arlington Robinson

External success does not guarantee inner tranquility.

Avatar camabar
04-20-09 19:21
If you say so.
You okay?
Avatar chucho *
04-20-09 19:31
Breathe deep
I've heard this before. Kind of reminds me of "A Day In The Life".
Avatar dagnirnin2
04-20-09 20:35
There's a Simon and Garfunkel song based off of this poem.
Avatar sara *
04-21-09 08:51
Have some tea.
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