Your purse may be empty another day,
And the hand that opens to give, perchance,
May receive - at the fall of Need's avalanche.
Though it is not wise to give your all,
Nor spread as bounty what your own require,
Know that crumbs that from aplenty fall,
Are fruitful seeds if they relieve the dire.
The High and Mighty forget this law,
And by Hunger and Hate in time they are shorn:
The rats devour the boasted store,
And Capital burns with the surplus corn.
Let what you give be no charity,
The earth in turn gave it you.
If you 'give' for a chair in paradise,
Best pocket your dime - it is rue.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment