In a village, lived a sworn miser
Earning more and more was his sole desire
Ate nothing, to save money
Soon he became so scrawny
In the end, lay useless as a flat tire
Very interesting story. Perhaps he will take his money to other world after his death and spend there. Loved it.
Could be a truse story. I have met such people! Good one Valsa!
This is humor at its best. Sadness of situation still leaves a smile thinking we all are responsible for the outcome brought upon by our actions.
greed to earn money makes mad the mind wherever goes life becomes unkind if we don't care about health all will be useless though wealth Health is wealth- as proverb that's why we find
Wonderful Limerick............thank u, dear poetess......anjandev roy.
A wonderful limerick with a great message. Middle course is the best course; neither misery, nor extravagance. Loved the comments of Susan Williams and Paul Brookes.
When all a person finds attractive is money, they never lived until they died. They were the walking dead amid a grey and joyless country. Shiver! That is an awful waste of the gift of life. Top marks, Valsa!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad tale no use ending up the richest corpse on the funeral pyre