'unless you work for me'said the money keeper <br />'and earn a few pennies' to a poor grass reaper <br />oh, my own, my almighty, i will pray to god <br />to give you access to some magical sword, <br />the money man seeming thoughtful said, <br />oh and do not forget to bring your elder son Dower <br />he might like to go through my unbuilt tower <br />and might have an hour in the shower <br /> <br />there was a tower, where the boy toiled hard <br />worked through the day to earn in that 200sq. yard <br />and oh! the shower flowing through the pipes for the lean <br />just to make those cars and windows clean <br /> <br />Dower did the work and was happy enough <br />to make his father happy with his working stuff <br />while the money man still thought'its me who bluff' <br /> <br />but in the real terms, the sensitivity of a mans heart can turn <br />life to even a dead's burnt urn <br />the boy through which i personally learn <br />that throughout the life we can only earn <br />is we should share our welfare(money) and the win <br />to get rid of the mans cardinal sin<br /><br />prakhar mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wheres-the-millionaire/
