Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Poem 137 : The Pause For The Cause

The Pause For The Cause 
                                        - T ABRAHAM

None to find all around,

One and only way around,

The never ending circles,

Ongoing abundance through miracles,

The stops and jerks,

The workers and clerks,

The money in the purse,

All dried up for the worse,

The toil in the soil,

As lustreous as a foil,

None left in my pockets,

All launched like the rockets,

Their destiny to the markets,

The wealth untold,

But have a hold,

Pause and think,

Do not spend to blink,

Have a pause,

To save for your cause.

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