When you carry an empty purse
It becomes too heavy;
A fuller one would be preferable,
By far the lighter!
The weight is in your heart,
Burdensome worry;
There is a passioned heaving
That betrays insecurity.
Because you have no money
You cannot think straight,
Artists make first impressions
With the paper of your face.
Unskilled etchers
In your heart are responsible
For the bad pictorial outcome:
Sadness, insecurity and grief.
If too much of your happiness is dependant on how much money you have you are destined to be unhappy. There are far more important things than how much money a person has. Of course, I do think this is a nice poem. sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one di very very poetic. M likiri ya nke oma mana ekwe kwala k' oburu your portion again. Shi Amen? Amen. I love it Sammy. How you dye? Nwanne nwoke talk 2 me.