Go ahead, think of Buffett. What comes to mind?
Cash… sage… Cherry Coke?
Ever thought of him,
As a ukulele bloke?
Great as a player, back in the day,
Cooler as a teacher now they say,
Each lower-income girl he helps,
Always listens, sings, and strums her troubles away.
Good lord knows he has $40 bill,
Comes second only to, well, Bill;
Even so, he chose not to buy the ukuleles,
And using a fundraiser instead to fulfill.
Great he only bought seventeen Ukuleles,
‘Cause he could have bought a million,
Everyone should treasure what they are given,
A lot like a country to its civilians.
Go take charge of your own community,
Can’t just hope for shooting stars,
Engage yourself – do it now!
Apprentice from Buffett’s 4-string guitars.
Credits:
Poem inspired by the Spoken Poetry at UNITY Charity’s kickoff show.
First letters of each sentence inspired by the strings of a ukulele (except the baritone ones).
Sola Caritas – inspired by you, the people that – like Buffett – are doing things to grow philanthropy, not just harvest it.
You've go the whooole world... in your hands...
– D. S. Wen-lliot, Co-Founder
