the shoes look for his feet
his shirt and pants find their way inside
his room
the table readies his meals
and the tv for his morning news
turns itself on
and when he walks away
the chair pulls itself to give way
the floors come running for him to step upon
the money pours like rain
and the gains find nothing to explain
luck comes knocking not just once
but all the days of his life
and he simply sits there and watch
oh, you lucky one!
someone takes care of you and loves you
you know nothing about hard work
and patience
and i cannot question it
because it is written in the palms of your hand
pursuant to the mandate of the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem