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Tuesday, June 4, 2019

The Wealthy Grow Wealthier

He drives in his ute inspecting the fences of his broadacres every day
A wealthy man financially but poor in another way
Since to money and the making of it he can only relate
He remains unimpressed by the beauty that Nature create
His two daughters in their late teens are in university
In business related courses studying for their degree
His wife an accountant working for a big firm in the town
And every day he counts his cattle and sheep in the paddocks as he drives up and down
It is not to MacDonald's he and his wife goes to dine
But to join their wealthy friends in the town's most expensive restaurant to enjoy good food and wine
Of how it feels like to be homeless their sort will never know
And of that money makes money the wealthy may crow
The wealthy grow wealthier as a truism remain
And for the meaning in this does one need to explain.
Francis Duggan
Topic(s) of this poem: wealthy
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