I've been dreaming of some money
And all the pain it brings
I don't seek wealth and riches
New cars and diamond rings
But each week I buy a ticket
Make wishes, dreams and hope
Address it to your mother
In a lucky envelope
And if the God's can hear me
Through my praying and the tears
They'll give us six kind numbers
to wash away our fear
Then I'll post it to your mother
when you are in my care
she can have the whole dam thing
And be a millionaire
Fantastic write Jon, i absolutely love it and enjoyed reading it so very much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem! the best poem i`ve read today. with love energy and endless warm! Bravo! i applause! keep it up!