Poem: Tip

(This is for my father. He wouldn’t like it at all because its a insult for him. I hate him.)


Tip

it may be small
the little offering left
after the bill was paid
but it can mean lots
to those given it
when life has become pain

to pick such a life
dependent on grace
to stand all day
with smiles on their face
for the little offering
left at the end of each day

i know i regret
not offering more
while knowing that life
is full of harm
do you feel the same
leaving as you do

do you feel anything
while leaving pittance
the survival they have
is dependent on us
pick a fight with the government
while dropping far more

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