the best poets
might never
have lived at all
they are on
the money's trail
sealed
their yearning
like a treasure chest
the best poets
might be a
suffering corpse
a soul locked
in a prison
with gold that
never buys his
innate pleasure
money blinds
money can lead
a person to his grave
mentally, with heart
and soul thrown in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is all too true, John, and well-stated. Raynette