The only thing that rules is money.
For all the sour things, it’s honey.
It’s the best thing to have and live with
And things are away without this penny…..
Today it dominates each and every thing.
From childhood toys to a wedding ring.
It’s true, it always runs away from the needy
And sizzles with those have plenty to swing….
Earlier it was an illusion now reality.
Just own it and you have a variety.
Show it and you can play any game
And convert any fake thing to originality..
No doubt, it’s the power and everything void.
Use it anyway for any damn thing to avoid.
Yet, it’s wish has ill-effects too
And can send you from tranquility to paranoid……
It makes new relations every time.
On the surge of forgetting an olden time.
It doesn’t bring all the happiness indeed
And still we consider it the sweetest wine……
So dude and dudette take this advice.
Never go mad running behind this wine.
Though, it tastes sweet but effects are sour
And it’s a silent killer, will kill you anytime…….
(popeye@83)
yeap..well truth, bitter reality to be presented in honey jar...great, well done
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I would like to translate this poem
After a certain point, money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts. Aristotle Onassis a truth well told...brilliant