The money minded have lost time.
A devotion to the acquisition of it,
Has left them drained.
With nothing left to show,
But credits and debt...
With dwindling deposits.
And yet they've spent lifetimes in the chase.
With hopes that a refined taste,
Will take them out of the race.
The money minded have lost time.
A devotion to the acquisition of it,
Has left them drained.
With nothing left to show,
But credits and debt...
With dwindling deposits.
And yet they've spent lifetimes in the chase.
With hopes that a refined taste,
Will take them out of the race.
With a looking down from pedestals...
Upon those they've disgraced.
But those they thought would be disgraced,
Are not the ones hiding...
A shame that traces their faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem