What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes to look at,
And never use.
Just to look at...
And never ever use.
To collect good stuff that has never been touched?
Makes little sense when no one visits much,
To appreciate what's valued but does collect dust.
And when those gold trimmed cups begin to rust up,
Who then would wish to sip...
From a cup used that could be chipped on their visit?
I would rather lick tea from a bowl if I knew this.
Whoever got a benefit without a taking of a risk?
Whoever took a risk and not received a benefit?
Just to look at and to never use 'something'...
Like a covering of chairs to plastic wrap,
Who can sit comfortably on top of that?
To look at and to never use 'something'!
What is the risk?
Where's the benefit in this?
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes to look at...
And never be used.
Just to look at and to never use 'something'...
Like a covering of chairs to plastic wrap,
Who can sit comfortably on top of that?
Or keep good dishes never touched.
And all they do is collect dust.
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes...
To look at and never use.
What is the risk?
Where's the benefit in this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rainy day but good for one thing. Get the things needed to be done inside. At least that will be my position tomorrow. As I'm overwhelmed by all cleaning and organizing that needs to be done. Eh sometimes a rainy day can be fun. Other times not so much. I know that was totally off topic. You poem speaks of the things I can not understand. Because I've never saved money for rainy day. I don't make enough, to even fathom the what it be like to be rich and alone. But I'm sure it's not something I want. Thanks for sharing it.