Keeping constant vigil over his left breast-pocket
The man lost track of this world as well as the next.
If his hand had travelled a wee bit lower
He could have discovered,
Like Aladdin’s wonderful lamp,
His heart –
The man simply never found out.
His money tree brought him ample harvest
The Goddess of Wealth arrived
The walls stood guard
To the slightest draught of plebian air.
One day, while he was guzzling and gorging,
Through his fingers slipped,
One knows not when,
His Life –