People from all walks of life walking around this mall,
single, married, pushing children in strollers and in
carriages.
Going from one store to another, looking for objects to
spend their money on.
Wondering at their insistence of doing so, sitting here,
continuing to write, not understanding their need to
spend their hard-earned money on non-essential material
things.
It seems so unnecessary to me, coming from a poverty-
stricken childhood, even now wondering and continuing to
do what I do instead of wasting time and money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing and doing- imitating as rich is main cause of fake poverty- not understanding their need to spend their hard-earned money on non-essential material things. nice poem thanks