few things in this world for free
are ever worth a flip
except the love you truly give
and all the love you get
most things that seem too good
typically will never fly
something someone wants to hear
or just a boldface lie
dont think good things just occur
or money grows on trees
there is not much else but the rain
that falls from the sky for free
Everything has a price
somethings more than one
It costs each day to be alive
and someone pays when you die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem