Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I believe that one can be the happiest person on earth, with all the riches and fame, and still feel like your life is nothing. No on is perfect was the message I recieved from this poem. Richard Cory was a happy man, a gentlemen, he was rich, and others envied him, but that was his public life. The most poignant part of this poem is the last line, "And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, went home and put a bullet through his head." His private life was a living hell and not all the riches in the world could make him live a happy life. Even though he had everything to live for, he felt his life was a waste. Their is a bit of wisdom in this; a person may enjoy all the luxuries in the world but just as the days ahead are not a certainty those riches are not either and since yourself is all you have what others think of you cannot dictate the life one leads.