A Poem from a compilation Dated 1974 of Sunshine Magazine

THE BANKER AND THE GARDENER
.
A banker passed a gardener.
As each went on his way,
The gardener wished that he could be
A banker, rich and gay.
.
He’d sit in comfort in a chair
Behind his office walls
And greet important, busy men
Who came on urgent calls.
.
He didn’t know the banker’s thoughts.
The banker envied him
His glowing tan, his bright, clear eyes,
His graceful stride and vim.
.
“Oh, what a job!” the banker sighed
“To work near trees and roses,
And breathe fresh air that hasn’t been

In other people’s noses!”

Posted Without permission from Lyla Myers – the poet

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