Lucky in life, I am not, according to those who have
money and fame.
Yet, feeling richer than they are, because I have a
large family and lots of friends.
More than enough to carry me through the years I have
left on earth.
Being poor, not having to worry about appearances,
keeping up with the Joneses, and worrying about who
to leave what when I die.
Knowing there will be nothing to fight over in a greedy
frenzy, for a fortune that no one is really entitled to,
because they didn't make it themselves.
Lucky in life? I think so!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem