'What a stupid man'—said those who were wise
Those who dominated math
And perfected every language
'How useless, ' they said as they marched away
They spoke of theories
Of the way in which the world worked
They never mispronounced a word
They never tripped; never stumbled
They were owners of the world
They were important
They never stopped
Not even while the world laid itself to sleep
They deserved silver
They deserved gold
Songs and praises
With eyes closed—the world gave them all
But I walked in plain streets
Poor and humiliated
I didn’t know how to count
I didn’t know science
I never wished to be a wise man
I never wished silver or gold
Mathematics bored me
I wanted to be a fool of literature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but fool of literature also get gold and silver..you better write this of money making people..