Poetryblooms

 Poem The merry year  The time to enjoy  The bits of cheese  Reaped into bits of gold  The time to enjoy  The drops of sweat  Reaped into a treat  Of pure bread. It is the time to rejoice  It is the time to enjoy  Like a merry year  With the merry harvest.

 Poem The miser The miser is the one  Who strives to save the things  He uses the same cheese  Bit by bit for weeks  He eats the same stale bread  For days to days  He wears the same creek shoes  From much of the time  He is the one who strives  To save the things  He is the one who  Knows the value of money  He is the one who  Is particular of the quality  He is the one who  Teaches us not to criticize him  But to understand the  Value of money and sources.