Too many years
Too many months
Too many days
Today It dawned on me.
I am in material world.
Got to be a material guy.
No money, no loving
Try it.
It is not taught at home.
You suck
Because you got no money
Love won't flourish.
Where there is no money
Love without money
Is like throwing your bait in the mud
You will catch a twig
But unable to buy a wig
No money no loving,
It is a lesson not taught at home.
It is a material world,
Be a material guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem