Sonnet

They had put in the money left over.
But she put in all the money she had.
We don’t know if we are in clover.
We don’t know why we are sad.

Why is it we can’t be more generous.
Why don’t we give more to the poor.
Do we think it weak or dangerous.
Can we salute giving’s grandeur.

The world is rent with poor and rich.
We the rich will not give enough.
Between lies a vast ditch.
Half the world deprived of foodstuff.

I say this and do nothing.
I am worse than nothing.

Haiku

We give left overs
Others gave up all they have
Can we not do more