Exchange

Give and the seeds for start are ever endless
Receive, be careful that the run off be true
Giver can ever and always be mindless
Whereas only the fool receives as the glue

Fight, the right of all to master every wrong
Quarrel, the right of all to refuse to fight
Gifted in both go every wayward throng
There, the sentiment is built from the figment

Views that pit mind against mind like a poniard
Advise that pit friend against friend, enemies
Thus woe and it's vice the bottom line dockyard
Wonder any can escape this enmity

Money, the reason for the bruise when we lose
Credit, the reason for the beg when we need
Experience's exchange the lot and it's lore 
Fitted together by it's painful needle

Connections that are exceptionally rare
Start of in the simplest ways and places
Make rejections so intentionally  rapt
It's kind, never growing among the poplar