My fortune
doesn't reside in elite home,
it doesn’t drive the car of latest model,
it doesn’t wear costly clothes,
nor sits at the presidiums of honor.
It doesn’t smoke luxuriant cigars,
or drink exclusive brandies…
My fortune
goes to the city bathhouse at the weekends,
drinks beer with the former schoolmates,
reads poems to the students,
and smiles at women, selling flowers.
My fortune
doesn’t mind the tax rates, or exchange rates,
but goes to church on Sunday mornings.
Yet, it is meeting with me seldom,
still more seldom.
It has so many things to do –
which are more weighty.
