The sky is full of clouds
Great men live on earth
But they die, they vanish
Like smoke from the face of earth
For many and many years
Money has been the definition of life
Life without money makes one helpless
Money is the reason for man's suffering and joy.
Money makes one feel powerful
You can move faster, you can
Think of something and tomorrow it's reality
Yet to many, it's still a dream
Many and many people are misled...by money
To them money is the only thing
Without money they can't do the right thing
Without money every other thing is worthless
But to me, the people...is my everything
They rescue me when I'm in danger
The people are comedians who make me laugh
The people are poets who inspire my soul
It's the people with pure heart
Who always make peace where there is war
It's the people who care for others
It's the people that make this life worthy
No matter how much money you have
Without the people, it's just like...
Meat given too a toothless old man
Money is the reason for man's suffering and joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem