It's killing me bit by bit
It enhances my frustration
I'm lonely because of it
Girls want wealth not adoration
Boys are as cheap as sweetmeat
But I can't change my condition
Oh I feel like I'm unfit
Like a house with no foundation
Like a guy of the street
Really brotherly poverty is like the slow but most deadly poison.
Poverty is not merely being deficient in material wealth, but much more than that! A person who is poor in the eyes of the world may be enormously rich in many other ways! Let the girls who go after wealth realize it! A moving poem!
Excellent poem, in just a few lines you have created such a big picture and has made me ponder, it ain't easy out there for men either but the truth is women with their two feet on the ground are looking for a nice decent man and not just interested in his bank balance.
great write...the phrase Like a house with no foundation i liked most...good work...! ! »so close«
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how this poem is written! Great job.