Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

Our Daily Bread

I'm laying here wondering
why things aren't free
could it be society blundering
that could be the key

I do not condone
the behavior of ancient Rome
yet they had entertainment
that didn't require a payment

I'll stay on that subject
a particular aspect
it was offered to the Plebs
Patricians and Equestrians regardless of their threads

Something when awry with Adam Smith's stand
a result of a greedy clan
this stuff just went through my head
"Give us this day our daily bread"

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Paul Callus November 24, 2020 at 11:32 AM Nowadays little or nothing comes for free! When I was young families shared with those who could not afford...at least they received "their daily bread". Regards // paul

Gershon Wolf October 29, 2020 at 5:14 PM 'Free' is the elusive dream. Wonderful to ponder; impossible to implement. Oh, well. Food for thought here, Angela. ~ Utopian Angela Crabtree October 30, 2020 at 3:08 PM "Food for thought". Good one, Gershon ;)

Caren Krutsinger October 29, 2020 at 4:59 AM The Romans had entertainment that did not require a payment - unless you were the one being eaten by lions! Ha! That made me laugh actually.

Rico Leffanta October 28, 2020 at 11:41 AM I am from an age when the cost of dying was having loved ones to do the burying, or light the fire, so really can't believe what it has cost 230,000 Americans to be buried this year! More to think about, Angela! Aloha! Rico

Silent One October 28, 2020 at 7:50 AM They say the best things in life are free.. but i wonder if anything is really free anymore.. someone told me that life is free, but it isnt really, if you think about it.. Great poem Angela.. Angela Crabtree October 28, 2020 at 5:40 PM Thank you, Silent One. I agree with you on all counts :)

Kim Rodrigues October 28, 2020 at 7:07 AM One day at a time, we eat the bread of life. God bless! Angela Crabtree October 28, 2020 at 5:39 PM Thank you, Kim

Vijay Pandit October 28, 2020 at 6:05 AM A though to ponder, Angela. Angela Crabtree October 28, 2020 at 5:28 PM Thank you, Vijay. I agree :)

Victor Buhagiar October 27, 2020 at 11:35 PM Sometimes I wonder how greed entered this world with such a force. The richer a person is the more he wants. But on death he takes nothing with him. World sickness. Important poem. ~~ Angela Crabtree October 28, 2020 at 5:26 PM Thank you, Victor. You're right. When we leave here we take nothing with us :)

Harry Horsman October 27, 2020 at 10:24 PM Market driven forces, have made the planet full of greed, Angela, your poem asks a fair question, and the poetry is so good. Angela Crabtree October 28, 2020 at 5:24 PM Thank you, Harry :)