do not follow me
there is a curse
for all good men
who arrive always at
the end
with nothing
but i never regret
this thing
i am good i was
good and that is
enough for me
for in this goodness
nothing pleases me
except the goodness itself
look at me
do not envy me
for i am good for goodness
sake
there is no money in it
i tell you
but what all i have
is what
money cannot buy
money talks
but i have arrived
at this point
when it is not
worth my time anymore
money talks
and i am not listening
at all
virtue is as silent
as the still water
it has the voice of
winds
the dance of leaves
amidst the
morning light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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