Grace and poise,more grace in your bossom
so many kind acts yet to blossom
you have helped a few tens 
increase that number,write more with your pen.

Billions grumbling in your bank account
billion crying on the streea,poor,who will count?
Many are your uninhabited estates
many are the homeless in your home state.

Feed a little more
give a little more
make yet another gift
yes another help,another lift.

Give out even if it is few
that few can make the poor new
it can refresh them like morning dew
such sweet taste,a new stew.

A little more kindness
please,its left to show
never hold back such kindness
they are heavenly seeds to sow.