It matters not how much he's got
it's not enough he wants more stuff.
Unsatisfied harder he tried
acting so rash to get more cash.
An awful toll he'd sold his soul
and when he died so unsatisfied
they gave away his hard earned pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work, as they say, you can`t take it with you....