Author Frederick Adam Wright Why yesterday promise two thousand, my friend, When to-day you can't even a bare hundred lend? " You can, but you won't" ā that's the worst cut of all. You're a paltry curmudgeon; and damn you withal. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments