The smell of fresh cash
In hands that haven’t seen them for a while
“At long last!”
Hadn’t finished saying those words
And a pair of hungry mouths
Pop up to claim share
Don’t remember seeing their names
On the wad of notes
Obliged to give
Having known how it feels
To be hungry
Perhaps when the Giver gave
Their names were on those bank notes
And perhaps
I couldn’t see
Mowabites Worldwide 