Poetry

A fact of time. The 
relationship 
has a price. 
 
There was a deep 
moral crisis, when I said, 
stay poor. 
 
Money makes you 
dishonest. Why don’t 
you start giving away? 
 
The secular thing. 
Were you tolerant 
of my protests? 
 
Ethics were changing. 
Why should not I be 
a very sad man?