I watched people work hard for cash
Making $20 dollars a day
With only 25 cent bags of chips
And lil huggies reaching their mouths
Some consider a meal
Less fortunate consider it luxury
It's taxing for a young heart to see
These same people told me I can be
Anything in this world, but day after day
These same men and women
Were nothing more than worldly possessions
Spending their whole lives to get out of debt they inherited
I wasn't born rich, but I want to die wealthy
And my wealth doesn't involve shiny beads and paper
It's living and loving life, and reducing labor
A good message Darrin.you are right, we have to work but we also have to enjoy ourselves and give our personal life its right. Good Job ;) !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem, we must remember that even though money is important in our live it does not conquer love and family, thanks!