Grew up in a family
Filthy rich in attitude
Never parted with it
But, always splashed it away
Cause it needed to be splashed
On their children instead
Every night and day
Now they are
Fragile and old
Feeling striped to the bone
Not even an inch of it
Left in them to spare
This, they knew it all along
Attitude, it hates feebleness
It shall quietly separate itself
From deep within you
Never to look back at you
Never to be with you again
Such are the ways
Of ego and attitude
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem