Though you have never been homeless or never slept rough
You do feel that life on you is rather tough
With a good job two healthy children and a devoted wife
Yet you are one who does feel hard done by life
Your home a present from your multi millionaire dad a mortgage you do not have to pay
But you are one of those who never seems for to have a good day
It seems that in your mind for happiness there is no space
As i have yet to see you with a smile on your face
Since poverty of mind is a form of poverty
For you and your kind how sad life must be
A negative voice within you convinces you that you are financially down
You have come to believe you are one of the poor of the town
Poverty of mind is a form of poverty would you not agree?
And we are what we think we are it does seem to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem