Cheerful Giver
You can’t be a cheerful giver
And releasing a million quiver,
Every charity donation on spiritual command
To return to source like a river
Either in treasured Gold or in silver
The rich still demand.
One shouldn’t to future philanthropy say ‘Never’
When one has begun to eye ‘record of the forever’
Nor one’s relationship with beggars sever
On sighting them turning a leaver
A battling with non givers fever.
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