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My Knowledge


The knowledge I have in all

seems very basic  in any call

be it in writing or any other

accounting for instance  rather

puts me in a fix all through

I break my head in true

burn the midnight oil

my whole day is in spoil

yet I work and work

redo and rework

all too much in the mind

I lose myself in a kind

dazed and diminished I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Innocence and Wealthy


Counting is difficult for a child,

Accounting becomes hard  for the rich,

Yet the child has to do it mild,

And the rich have to set right all sides,

The little one learns it in a testy ride,

The wealthy settle the accounts all wide,

The ascending and descending orders  collide,

The accounted and unaccounted generally divide,

The kid ,as time passes ,gets along with the tide,

The affluent ,as practice goes, succeed in the hide,

The innocence assimilate the lesson with a guide,

The imperious amass wealth without a slide.

The child acquires knowledge with the aid,

The rich hoard money also with the aid.

Study and fortune  revolve round in a lovely glide.