Reciprocation
Once a man with much wealth
Called poor man; Invited
The dinner colourful
Lamb, turkey, chicken, full
They ate and finally
Shaking hands, they departed.
Now was the poor-man’s turn,
Rich went and, sat on earth
A bowl of milk, spoon
The bread, like cartoon.
Wealthy asked: “What is this? ”
Demanding: “I fed you such and such.”
“I feed you far better, ” poor replied:
“In milk is cheese, yoghurt, to butter…”
“In fact I, ” said the host:
“Care for health; this simple.”
Fallen jaws, the guest heard:
“Wealth too is, a sickness.”
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