Cast your bread upon the water And it shall return to you, Twenty fold, thirty fold, or just a crumb or two. For a man must lie in the bed he makes, And reap the seed he sows, If he can't learn to give and take Each day his bitterness grows.
Cast your bread upon he water Whether you be rich or poor. If a man is a man, he never will keep score Of the times that he has been mocked or shamed For wealth or poverty, Or others sins when he was blamed, He'll still not act spitefully.
Cast your bread upon the water Heart and soul of one accord. When you give, never give just to get a reward. Be a friend of him who will need a friend Regardless of his skin, For all our hopes and wishes blend, And every man is your kin.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
If my poem needs to be explained, then I am not a very good poet. It is what it says. Enuf said. If you are not satisfied, just tell me so, and I will stop posting.I don't understand all the bit about color, borders etc. I am what I am. I wrote a book of over 100 poems and have never had a complaint.