I dont need the sex
I am not such a youngling anymore
I dont need my apathy to money
I am not so rich anymore
And the moon is free
Shining silver across the sea
Music is still quite inexpensive
Books cheaper still for the pensive
Beauty is still a matter of choice for the aesthetic
While the sublime tends to be overshadowed by the pathetic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem