He wears a white uniform
That belongs to the Municipality.
While sweeping he worries about the previous night's dream.
The garbage he raked turned into currency notes
But when he took those to the bank to get realized
All converted into garbage again.
*'Worldly values are never really going to allow you to feel at ease' the Buddha said.
What wonderful, original thinking! I must agree with the philosophy of Buddha on this one. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom penned with clarity and originality. Yes indeed - in these days of obscene consumerism, it is only death that levels the playing field and dispels unequivocally the illusion that 'things' are intrinsically important. Wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx