Two Different Types

Some people always tend to give

Even if they have to live

In poverty, with little scope

To realise whatever hope

They might retain; for though they strive,

All they can do is stay alive;

But still they give, with words to cheer

All the people they come near.

Others are extremely rich;

Their wealth just grows without a glitch,

So they own more than many states

As endless gold flows through their gates.

But though they have enough and more

They rarely give to help the poor,

And when they do they like to see

That they get much publicity

So everyone will know that they

Have given a few pounds away,

Which they won’t miss from all their wealth

Which often they’ve obtained by stealth,

Impoverishing many men

To make more money yet again.

Two different types, one gives, one takes,

And what a difference this fact makes

Within the world in which we live –

If only there were more who give.