Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 4,429 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Poverty Is A Gift - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Father - poverty is a gift
Ask any bird taking a rain bath
Son, don't make me laugh
There's nothing but rain
Poverty isn't a gift
There's nothing but pain
So, fasten your reigns
Ride for them riches today
Don't live by wages daily
Paid only monthly
Father - poverty is a gift
Son, nothing is ever enough
Just ask your mum.


Comments about Poverty Is A Gift by Mark Heathcote

  • Gold Star - 6,911 Points Savita Tyagi (6/25/2015 2:52:00 PM)

    Great poem! However what is gift for one can be a curse for other. You have expressed your point well. Thankks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 942 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (6/2/2015 7:53:00 AM)

    Poverty is indeed a gift
    To those need not suffer
    The pains and pangs of the rich
    With all the wealth in their coffers.........

    Thought provoking poem Sir. I invite you to my page too.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,269 Points Ramesh Rai (4/14/2015 5:07:00 AM)

    This is a great write my dear friend and i liked the way in which you have interpreted as well also said it to be gift. But for the human civilization can it be gift? In so many countries including India little hands are working for bread and tattered clothes. Poverty is the need those who are over drunken. But for human civilization it is curse. I appreciate your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,023 Points Geetha Jayakumar (10/25/2014 7:39:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with fantastic lines.....

    Father - poverty is a gift
    Son, nothing is ever enough
    Just ask your mum.

    Very true said. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,922 Points Douglas Scotney (6/12/2014 7:30:00 PM)

    your father's a case, Mark (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014



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