My first love is poetry,
Which brings no money;
And my second is accounting, honey,
Which brings great prosperity.
This is very personal.
I don't mean to be funny.
The flame is eternal.
With my love, I am happy.
Nobody likes poverty.
Nobody likes to be hungry,
Thirsty, broke, dirty, and angry.
It's hard to find happiness.
Nobody wants to be penniless,
Only if this individual is crazy.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem