Poetry and Writings

Even the big bettor Should sometimes get her, Not talking about the youth, They always have nothing to lose, Talking about the older gentlemen, We don't have much going, Besides our pre-existence plan So where the penny must go Some kind of show must come out, you know

My thoughts of you still remain As you indulge in your secret pain I don't know much but I overcame The burst of tears in your sacred name Let's play this mortal game without shame

Imagine having all the money In the world, having all the land, All the women, all the drinks, Now that you have it all What would you do with the rest of your time? The moment comes and you are dying Now what will you do with the little time That you have left? Alexander the great played it out the best, Doctors walking in shame before him as they Couldn't beat death, and his body is carried Away with open hands as he wasn't able to Take any of it with him to the world  Where he has left.

Bearded men laugh While beardless women cry Children fight each other Sisters, brothers die Why the sorrow? Why the pain? Only to God we all complain No master to this land So why do you stretch your greedy hands?