Letting Your Money Work For You

[Arther A. Rthim]

A man sat comfortably on the porch, sipping an icy lemonade. He says to another man, who is sweating, while mowing their lawn, I would help you, but I am letting my money work for me. The mower replies, “**** you.”

Rthim

The Father, mother, son, or daughter, who are limited in their ability to perform like machines, are forgotten beneath the mountains of money, that obscure the realities of their suffering. Those who sit sipping on their porch, eventually see only a manicured lawn. The manicurist has altogether vanished from their consciousness, except for the numbers, by which they grade the lawn. 

Rthim