There once was a man with a hole in his pocket,
whenever he looked, he found no way to block it.
Coins and tiny trinkets, all slipped away,
no matter how swiftly, he'd pursue the stray.
A buck for breakfast, a quarter for the bus,
his holey pocket had him in a financial fuss.
He attempted shoelaces, rubber bands, and adhesive,
but regardless of the solution, the hole just grew.
It seemed his pocket possessed a magical sway,
never allowing his treasures to peacefully stay.
With each stride he took, more coins did escape,
leaving him feeling defeated, in a monetary scrape.
But amidst the frustration, he discovered a new serenity,
for in that hole, his worries began to cease.
He viewed the world differently, with wide-open eyes,
not pursuing wealth, but seeking the peace.
The small things in life, the beauty they possess,
his holey pocket reminded him to be fearless.
For in his pursuit of riches, he had lost sight,
of the joy and wonder that accompany each flight.
So he mended his pocket, with a smile on his face,
no longer consumed by the material chase.
And from that day forward, he let go of the strife,
embracing the simple joys that enrich his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem