Gift
The rich are poor in giving
As the poor are rich in receiving
Pittance charity drips into their hold
Dearth of spices pounds
In the mortar of gifts
Unable to fill their palms.
Fingers more eager to receive
Meet the reluctant elbows to stretch
In a triangle
Which begets all
The artful few stay at the piercing top
And the teeming crowd languishing
At the broad base
This gloomy glom makes the triangle stand.
adahtony2019
Copyright © Tony Adah | Year Posted 2019
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