A tender heart

While his boss is double counting the collection,
This rare waiter refuses the ten dollar bill tip for servings
And he requests only very little from the Millionaire.

*I dedicate this tiny scribbling to one of my intimate friends in the site
Dave.Tanguay, these days only I hear your silent song but it has something of the mysterious life it seems?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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