Sonnet 18 Poem by Octavian Cocos

The poverty is an appalling thing,
Hard to describe in words too good and kind,
But it is also bad to be a king
And have a needy soul and a poor mind.
Because the world will lose any appeal
You eat and drink and cherish what is dear,
But you forget that Time will turn the wheel
And all your wealth in air will disappear.
So, when you face the Judgment in the end
Weeping and begging mercy on your knees
You will not be permitted to ascend,
Because in life you let your heart to freeze.
Then, it is better that your soul to nurse
Instead of putting money in the purse.