Regret not you were born poor
As you have grown to die rich.
Regret not you are dying poor
As you were born rich.
Regret not being poor throughout
As you were spared of many sins.
Do die being proud of the peaks
Formed of the heaps you made.
14.01.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts provoking lovely short poem.10++