Poem for the sons and daughters ...

We are humbled and guilty

for every crumb we take

of poor mans' bread or the rare cake

Pound or pence

money or sense

No man lives' free 

in a world gone awry

Money is not freedom

and counting takes time

Be not the beggar or the thief

Your' talents are enough

with God at your' side

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