The Niggard
English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)
So much of all things
Had he, of gold, silver, pearls.
He never gave a
Thing away…the poor
From him got naught… He horded
All he ever got.
He lived a miser...
Death saw all his wealth pass to
Another niggard.
W.C.Hull © 2020-18-4-H1343-
2453-I50-K50-29-L56-2
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