Little things,
Will stay little.
As I grew up,
Many things became brittle.
Like a small child asks his mother,
For the moon;
As I grew up I asked my father for money.
He gave me money each time;
I asked, he gave.
But when I went out to earn a living,
Then I came to know how difficult it is to earn money.
I went to him and always asked,
It was so easy to give.
But now I earn a living,
And money is the most difficult thing.
Those little things we miss out on,
Those little deeds we forget to do;
It is distance and greed that makes us bad,
For once even I was ASKING for money,
Like you.
Oh friend! It is hard,
Real hard.
Wasting can never be an option,
This money,
The strength of the hour.
Listening is wisdom they say,
But money can alter your thoughts in the other way.
The distance in relationships may seem so huge,
And that is why money is the root cause of everything today.
Please Note: This is a poem from my poem collection called 'Distance'. You can get it on my blog www.joeesomething.blog.com