Never let, my child, needy eyes
Wait for having once their lunch
While you travel journey success
Poor are born, never their choice.
They are being never they did.
Keep an eye on people in need
That let thou being when you need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, subtly powerful. I felt the frustration of being poor, and I can identify with it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn