The man had an ornate mansion
But wanted still a private plane
He looked at all he had and sighed
"I've got more money to still gain."
The woman had a lot of booze
But she wanted a mansion so
She looked at grand houses and groaned
"I wish my salary would grow."
The man had quite a bit of food
But he wanted more ale and beer
He grumbled lowly as he worked
"I should make more in this career."
The woman lived next to a well
But she wanted nice food to eat
She frowned as she pulled water up—
"I would have liked a bit of meat."
I do not write these words to judge
But merely to provoke some thought
Think carefully on what you've read
On all the things that were not bought
Of all those I've listed above
Who think that their lives lack grandeur
I ask you now to tell me this:
Just which of them would you call poor?
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
