We all strive for contentment
with all things bad and good.
But sometimes it all comes tumbling down
tumbling down on us if it could.
No matter how we try to prop it up
it wobbles and leans to one side.
Then eventually crumbles to the ground
seeking to destroy our human pride.
Failed banks and homes foreclosed
With our goverments hands in all.
Tumbling down on us it seems for some
crushing our economy and spirit in the fall.
It has happened to others throughout history
those mistakes lessons that should have been learned.
But like days of old, empires all focused on gold
And to ashes and ashes did burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem