Honey
There is no money
In Poetry
Only happiness
And a little success.
Honey
Let me sleep
Let me reap
The benefits
Of my defeats.
Honey
Love cannot be purchased
Success cannot be chased
Like a mother running after a child
Set me free, let my mind go wild.
Honey
Freedom cannot be brought
That’s what I was taught
My spirit cannot be shackled
That’s what I was told.
Honey
There is no money
In Poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahahaa, your poem is fascinatingly funny. I laughed out! Poetry is love, a desire, passion, hobby and old people's delight; not really a profession for the many; maybe part time. I love your poem. God bless you for making me laugh