They paid him on his job the first of every month.
And his money was gone by the end of the week.
Nothing more than drinking or gambling did he seek.
When he tried to explain to his wife where the money went.
He became so meek.
If it wasn't for his wife, they would be out on the streets.
With nowhere to live and nothing to eat.
He wanted to be strong but he was so weak.
He wished that he could have a lucky streak.
But he was destined to be a broke gambling freak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem