Charity: A poem

Give charity its due, no fumbling in the pew
Any amount to suffice, we are men not merely mice
Who show god thanks, for what we have
Give tithes, so waves may ride
Fore those less fortunate, the ones who bear
And do not fuss, a life down here
Who carry burdens, of our birth 

Few have life, with joy and mirth
Do enjoy, time here on earth