As an Imaginary writing challenge
If, I won a hefty 1 million dollars
It wouldn't be enough for me to manage
A rural cottage - would take the coffers.
In England's countryside, maybe more than half
I'd want a car and a large-sized garage
It well could be my final epitaph,
His life's struggle was it sabotaged.
He won the lottery, and then he died.
Shortly after; too much of everything
They said in the daily papers, he died
Owing everybody and couldn't afford a coffin.
haha, quite true my friend we are never satisfied when it comes to money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, man's wants are unlimited, they go on increasing in the increase in income.