Money is the practical reward of life.
Honor is like wings with which you will fly
for sometime or some distance.
Descendants love more to enjoy good bank balance
and many other material possessions than prestigious
mementos, idle trophies and big certificates;
what you live with or leave behind here.
Anything that you earn if brings a good sum of money
may be dear to you but is dearer to the rest of your family.
It is not a fault as earning fuel and burning for need and comfort
earns and burns daily calories to keep oneself fit for daily life.
And many love to make demands on the merit of close relationship
more than often maybe a bit like clever parasites!
Very few extract the juice from past sugar(money) cane
when most of us have to spend the present in money farm land
for the present and for the future maybe leisure!
Who will deny that money is the funny master
and we are happy-sad slaves that live only to die someday?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem