Little are our pleasures.
But we enjoy more than the rich kids
who always go in the car
and protected by their rich parents.
We are poor.
But we are happy.
Poverty becomes
a grace and a gift
that creates simple joys
that make us smile in the rain
under the green banana lief.
Do you come O rich kid
to enjoy with us?
Little are our pleasures.
(Graphic: Angela G Flores saved to My passion.. Pinterest)
Healthy and wealthy are not rich enlighten souls are always peace /// nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah the joys of small pleasures! The kind of joys that come to you walking, almost asking you, take me, I'm here'. And of course there's perennial joy flowing within. What we need is little awareness.