Haves And Have-Nots

The same air they breathe
under the one sky.
They share the light & darkness equally.
The same water they use
but the money-tree
never grows
in their hard bitten soil.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (4)

Nimal, unfortunately, money trees won't grow without rich soil... excellent write! ! Brian
nothing richly built, on quicksand remains too long. hardbitten soil becomes valuable property... when that's all that's left to stand on.
A very wise and insightful poem. Kindest regards, Sandra
Absolutely brilliant. Thank you for this piece, Nimal. I love it. Susie.