TENANTS

 

Dear universe,the tenant dreams of the landlord because the sleep is no longer sweet.Happily,the sadness of the skin disappears.He is building his own mansion.Before the sun rises,the blacksmith is forging his irons,the  engineer is with the masons,the village women are gossiping down the river.The weaver birds are done with warms, their nests need grass.The market women are complaining of taxes.

The new tax man appreciates his resources.Failure is indeed an orphan, Success has many parents.This morning,tell me how and where to get it.For in this world you made,man must eat!