the billionaire banker
in his glass domed
office tower
will suffer
a heart attack
on the stroke
of luck.
when he wakes
he'll find belly
bitter for he
will be a babe
in rwanda
or north korea.
so, the moral is -
eat, drink, be merry -
for tomorrow
we all die
Well done. Very refreshing and it causes one to feel grateful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent Doug. It will surely happen some day.