Some men will hide their money from their church
and the government,
Some men will hide their money from their children
and their wife.
I don't hide my money from GOD or anyone;
As I am poor and bankrupted,
I have been divorced twice.
Time for all it will vary
which seems to make the government upset,
All that I own is what I can carry
which makes my ex wives very cheerful and glad.
No one yet has broken my spirit
nor put a strain upon my back,
And strangely enough I am content,
I am not angry or depressed and not even sad.
I now breathe the air, which is free,
(I pay no taxes) ,
I have no job so I go where I want to go.
(no more faxes) ,
If I get hungry or cold I go to a church,
(where others like me relaxes) ,
If I need to sleep I find a bench or a meadow.
(I attend no more praxis) .
When we leave this marketplace that we called our world
we take nothing with us for that final trip;
So, I am always prepared for that last journey
at any hour or day or really at any time, without a quip.
I sometimes wonder if my exes bags are packed
and the governments with their paperwork and luggage;
Maybe they will all just sit and wait?
Not knowing in the next world they have no coverage.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem