While his boss is double counting the collection,
This rare waiter refuses the ten dollar bill tip for servings
And he requests only very little from the Millionaire.
*I dedicate this tiny scribbling to one of my intimate friends in the site
Dave.Tanguay, these days only I hear your silent song but it has something of the mysterious life it seems?
Brief but very meaningful. The waiter is a rare soul indeed. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Money and morality - how often the rich man is corrupted, while his poor neighbour follows the honest path. You share your wisdom with grace and candour, Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥