As we watch the world end, we

wonder.

Was it ever as true as imagined, that this

is our purpose in being in ever, up to now?

Surely destiny had children out of wedlock

with wisdom, does that change sapient

life's ever

destination? Death and the grave? That's it?

I say

no, this is the bit just before ever after,

be safe. Keep calm, carry on. Tomorrow, we die.

Some people are patrons
Of fast food and fries
And some folks are patrons
Of drama and spies

We choose with our dollars
And your choice is fine
I simply invite you...
Be a patron of mine

Just one dollar monthly
Will help us achieve
The spreading of truth
To help all receive

Each poem that is read
Shares comfort and light
Thoughts of Prosperity
Sparks in dark night

So tap on the button
One dollar is fine
My thanks flow right back
To those patrons of mine

The dinner guests have all agreed:
"Why yes, we love the poor;
The softened little sunken eyes-
What's there not to adore?
The way they dress in raw distress
It's flaunted like Dior-
For heaven's sake, there's lots of steak
Who's for a little more?"

Now that the meal is over
The subject's come and passed
The dinner guests compare their crests
Sat smugly on their ***
Now that the sun is setting
The poor rise from the streets
It's time to stumble round again
And scrounge some food to eat.

Wealthy people have a knack
Of making contributions
They don’t let trials get them down
But focus on solutions

So don’t let anger conquer you
Or seek out retribution
But seek to take the higher road
And offer a solution

Of several ways to undertake
A problem’s diminution
The best by far is simply choose
A mindset of solution

So cultivate this daily choice
There are no substitutions
To making it your daily goal
To seek out good solutions

From those who love you don’t avert your eyes,
Do not turn back from real friends of yours.
To keep away from them it is not wise.
Before such people never close your doors.

And when they ask for help, give them a hand.
Be generous to those who are in need.
Our life itself will help us understand
That faithful friends are human wealth indeed.

When they are thirsty let them come to you
To drink a glass of water from your well.
Keep always interests of your friends in view,
Within your heart let them forever dwell.

Be with your friend when he is ill on bed
To comfort him or just to lift his mood.
And if with hunger he is almost dead,
Then break your bread with him and share your food.

When he is tired and from home too far,
Invite him to your house to have a rest.
By doing it you'll show that kind you are,
And with a lot of friends you will be blessed.

On the rise of wealth I laid
On rise of power I wade
On rise of beauty I pride
On the loss of health I hide

Wealth is not worth.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

The value of the individual does not dilute when grouped. Loops in chains shall remain. To be unique and hold oneself adds wealth. Promote one for all, for if we fall then it's all for none. Such beauty comes from the stem of flowers to the petals of a rose, maintain this mindset. Please don't forget or close.