You’ll always be short of something
You’ll always be needin’ this or that
You’ll always be yearnin’ for what you’re not earning
To be somewhere else, and not where you’re at
You’ll always have need of something
So Let’s have a thankful round of “Amens”
Because You’ll never have need of enemies
As long as you’ve got relatives and friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem