As the world whirls by
It uncovers the sky
As they speak your name
You learn to feel shame.
As a bobbing kite
Is born for flight
A whirlwinds path
Soon turns to wrath.
And a dollar earned is a dollar spent
The hoarded coin is often lent
As the moon rises it begins to ebb
And spiders die right in the web.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem