The lot of the kind
who say it is when it isn't
and I'm not what I am,
the lot of that kind
is an ironical mind.
During a GGI,
when you spend all you get
as soon as you get it,
and could live like a king
if you could take
what you have now
and live just an hour ago,
the alchemist in Einstein
has a go
at travelling back through time.
He doesn't succeed,
as far as most of us know,
but those all-spenders
have been given ideals,
and fall for less-impossible deals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thaks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.