Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Quatrain

When the Tables Have Turned

The sky touches the ground. 

                                       The poorest wears the crown. 


                        The worlds richest, now begging for heavenly riches.
                                        
                                    What and who is glorified on earth,

                                         but not glorified in heaven.

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Terry L. Allen May 7, 2012 at 10:29 PM Words that you can take to Gods bank. Well done my friend. Huggs TLee

Robert Johnson May 2, 2012 at 3:42 PM And the meek shall inherit the earth. Who knew the poor were so lucky. :)

Walter Williams April 28, 2012 at 11:38 AM Cannot describe how meaningful and good this is Elliot.... Incredible........... Walter

Broken Butterfly April 28, 2012 at 6:02 AM At the gate of heaven we are all equal, wonderful poem, Elliot, very meaningful, and thanks for all your comments on my poetry.

Deborah Burch April 27, 2012 at 10:45 PM Word!!! indeed!! Well Done my friend! love it!! big hugs,love~debs