Grasp Poem by Rachel Butler

Grasp

Rating: 4.5


(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)

Ingots diminished,
associates, companions retreated.
Gold anon, accrued everyone,
liege and plebs.

After this precedent.
Money found me many friend’s,
while impecunious found my table without assembly.

What a miserable species are humans in greed.

Sparrow

Monday, October 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roop Rekha Bhaskar 05 September 2015

Unbelievable! How you write each each with such depth and how each of your lines are so true. Did the word Liege and Plebs mean the people at the top and at the bottom of the designated titles/category at the office? incredible.. Genuine and happens all the time.

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Eric Cockrell 29 October 2011

money can only buy what cannot last... sadly, a disease! good poem!

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Vipins Puthooran 29 October 2011

Money sometimes an imprudent tool, where God's decision will be prime, , Humanity seeds money to reap the weed(greed) in the barns of heart! ! ! I like this poem

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Bernard Snyder 27 October 2011

It seems 'money' will always find you many friends. It's universal my friend. I enjoyed this a lot! Thanks for sharing!

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Kee Thampi 25 October 2011

need not be greedy.... after this precedent. Money found me many friend’s,

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