Question

I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money. O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money,
0!
My friends are real, though very few.
Read the given extract and write a poetic appreciation of the poem with help of the following
points.
About the poet and the title
The theme
Language/ poetic devices used in the
poem
Special features
Your opinion about the poem​

Answer 1

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