Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 17,498 Points (14-2-1957 / Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: People These Days - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Sometimes, one knows not how one gets his wealth;
Sometimes, one forgets where it lies in mounds!
Sometimes, one slogs in spite of failing health;
The wealth unused becomes another one’s!

Some buy estates and grow fruit-trees in it;
Some build guest-houses, temples and show-rooms;
To save some tax, some donate by habit;
Some sweep the twigs and fallen leaves with brooms!

How people crave to make money some more!
They enjoy not as how a pauper does;
Some miserly live staying much indoors;
To give a nickel, they make such a fuss!

And yet, all know they leave behind all wealth,
Whether acquired by luck or by stealth.

6-27-2002 by Dr John Celes

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2003

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