I cannot say how good that you lived your life
We're you shown mercy from some place that you've seen
Other's that know some how seem to you kind
Trying to stay in this world some are blind
Every word other's write left since unwritten
Mammon is free for the price of a life
And your soul is the price if you try to stay
The money that you leave them is spent in a day
Judging another in our own foreign land
And what you have taken other's gave back
Who are your friends a circle not round
Speaking in tongues beneath the full moon
My pain is much deeper as deep as can pain
If I'm to be judged by what I left behind
Honeys not free when you feel the bee sting
And love can be bought we never were tought
Why I need money to get through your door
Like leaves, wind and wisdom, feeding the poor
The need to leave something behind when I'm done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks James for this for the July 2017 showcase. i like the title, though i do have some difficulty working my way through it. maybe three readings will be the charm? time to exercise or my mate may not put my dinner bowl on the floor tonight (where she usually puts it) . bri :)