All was a glamor
All was a glee
There was plenty of money
As though it grew on a tree
Up at eight
Breakfast in bed
Never wanting for meat
Always well fed
Friends, there were many
Parties every night
Living for the day
The future looked bright
Then, all of a sudden
The money was no more
The party was over
I had nothing in store
But, I had never worked
What shall I do?
My resume was blank
I hadn't a clue
Only one thing to do
Clear as a bell
Put a bullet through my head
And pray there's no hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem about wealth... expressive and i like the ending