The Little Girl
I dropped a penny into the bowl.
She casted a glance at the contribution.
I didnt ask if she was hungry.
I saw instead the John Players" bill board.
I could also see 50% discount.
My first salary and a lovely trendy wrist watch.
Time is valuable.
We ought not to spare a second.
She didnt know that sixty seconds make a minute.
A second late would dwindle my reputation as a teacher.
I teach economic resources.
I teach the law of utility.
We never blend utility with humanity.
Time is precious.
An empty bowl and her untimely obligations.
Democracy in a beggar"s bowl.
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