Take or leave all wishing's gone,
For nothing is really over;
Side by side on life's autobahn,
Each thought is its rover.
All the money in the world,
Will not give the ways;
Styles that come and are hurled,
After a while stop to amaze.
Take or leave the made images,
That nothing give or leave;
They have there no advantages,
In their shortcomings brief.
It's real hard to be quite true,
When there's nothing of value;
Try being personal with attitude,
And there will be ways to accrue.
Take or leave world of money,
Each will give its own way;
Popularity is peculiar and funny,
And nothing for long there stays.
It's real hard to be quite true,
When there's nothing of value;
Try being personal with attitude,
And there will be ways to accrue.
Take or leave and then be done,
Everything's just going around;
There's no reason for an abjection,
On any pretentious battleground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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