1)
All this shall be yours, son, he said and meant
But before I could close my hands on it, every acre and coin of it went
For his grasp of finances was incontinent— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 11, 2019
2)
And he spent to soften every discontent
So for every coin he made, three he spent
And now, low taverns and the bottoms of their tankards I frequent— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 11, 2019