Poem -

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

When we have million dollar homes we live in...

Cars worth one hundred grand...

The other cars are safely parked in the garage...

Rod iron fence all around...

Fine trimmed lawns...

Butlers, maids, and ground keepers maintaining it all...

Cooks and Nanny's all for one family...

Earning their pay...

More to want and more to gain...

Must not forget the pool with it's own house and the pool keeper...

More to want and more to gain...

Yet villages have huts for homes, hauling water in buckets for miles...

Grains and rice is the nourishment for their bodies...

They say they are thankful for the food, the roof, the walls, and the floors for they have a place to lay...

They say thank yo...

For we are blessed and our needs have been taken care of...

Enough is Enough...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Tony Taylor

Hey FEATHERS!!.......I love the way this is open to separate interpretations............could be proud of a family providing jobs for extra people in their cooks and nanny's etc...........or the opulence angle which is not a worthy bragging right!!..........this is a beautifully observant write..........well done my friend!!..........Love and Rockets!!......T xo

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Melissa Caron

Well done my friend. my 5 star vote on this one for sure

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sparrowsong

Hello Tony...

Thank you for your wonderful...

Glad you enjoyed!

Hugz and Smiles...

Feathers

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sparrowsong

Hello Melissa...

Thank you for your comment and...

Thank you for your support!

Thank you for sharing your Heart...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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