Written by Trina Mioner
GRACIOUS was her name,
she stood tall
like the statue of liberty.
With her hand out, bidding
bring me your broken
and downtrodden.
They never had much,
But with each other
They had plenty.
Kids we hit the lottery,
she announced.
We’ll give some,
and keep some for us.
Generosity is a must.
SELFISH was his name,
Hunched,
Shrinking,
Shriveled up,
Self-made man.
No shame was his game.
With his back to his brood,
he mumbled,
I hit the lottery for me.
I’ll keep for myself
With my fists balled up tight
For me only,
will I fight.
To them he said,
you will land on your feet,
your debts are for you to meet.
WISDOM was his name
thinking first,
was how he came.
Beard peppered with gray,
Cane in his hand,
kept the children at bay.
Seeing this as an opportunity to teach.
He said, gather round,
come close,
within reach.
Kids he said, “I hit the lottery.
With a little,
we will splurge.
Set some aside for a rainy day.
Invest a portion
and let it grow,
For tomorrow is a day
that we don’t know.
A year later the cameras were gone
GRACIOUS had many friends,
And not a penny to lend.
SELFISH had money in the bank,
But was lonely,
Only him to thank.
WISDOM met tomorrow with a smile
On his face.
Prepared to meet the challenge.
For he had won with grace.
I loved this so true in the real world