We live a sober life, enough
is enough for me, and reserves
are necessary according to you
Everything is insured, luckily
no loans, we are working hard
because otherwise one has nothing
The children have their own lives
they won't take care of us
and are already asking for part
of their portion of inheritance, but it's stuck
in stone, in vaults, and in your head
that also wants to cover the coverage
People should grow up
and take care of themselves
reap their own harvest
though we could share more
relying on mutual aid
not just on our own character
in which lies the seed
the seed of greed
Our fear
Evil Boss: Greed (for fear that others will not help you)
About fear: poem "Evil World" (see May 22nd)
Collection "Mastress"