Because I don't have.
Because I do not have money.
Because I don't have a car.
No house no expensive clothes.
Every beautiful table I see. I tell myself they are not suitable for me.
I pretend I don't like them.
This is what happens to he who does not have money.
Because I don't have.
Oualid,
04 January
2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem