Do not worry son,
and have no fear in mind,
when you've stripped your life
of all their joy and only trouble find.
there's no bread on your table
and dread glooms in your heart.
When your ends are never meeting
while your labour only starts.

Remember there are other men,
Of gerater wit and fame,
of riches and of beauty,
who know not need nor shame;
Of stature high and paces wide,
and honour in their name,
To them your troubles are as dust,
To them it's all the same:

If your children live or die,
If your love survives -
They have the same accounting
for pennies and  for lives;

So if you cannot share their money,
share their attitude,
and though you own no yachts or banks
You'll have a wealthy mood.
So shed no tears for poverty
your paper cup do raise:
To capital indiffirence
You owe your utmost praise.