By keeping a little for you,
Help as much as you can,
Till it satisfies you,
Extend solace to all you can,
Until it tires you.
Billions are not the only conform,
Millions are not all that show,
Presenting in a row,
A series of transform,
That call for a grow.
Give half of your wealth,
Say the billionaires,
Before your death,
To the needy affairs,
Which sounds to be good health,
But echoes an extraordinaire.
Wealth is not behind,
The activity of philanthropy,
Thought is the find,
Of this noble philosophy,
Which remains a bind,
In the material world’s catastrophe.



One reply on “The Philosophy Of Philanthropy”
A thought provoking poem.