O' dear friend Poet!
you have always a pen in hand
but your pocket is penniless
No matter!
your heart is so rich
that can yearn so many penny
keep writing
keep your imagination
going on
day will come
you will get jewel
in imagination
that cost can not be paid
by this world
You must know
poetry is the mother
of all branches
Poetry yields money
money can never yield poetry
Keep it up
My friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True! Empty pockets empty purse, if time and will, please find it on my page. Imagination is a treasure that cannot be bought, not even taught. Yet many of us would not mind to sell some of our poems, not for the sake of money but for a loaf of bread...