Beware! Beware of debt
Pay down for what you get
Your clothes are not instyle
But, wear them still for a while
With washing, ironing and needle, you
Can make them as good as new!
The head and not the hat,
The heart and not the fat,
Makes success of life,
For husband, child and wife!
Debt is a fearsome ghost,
which haunts us the most,
When, we desire sweet rest to reign,
within the real of our minds,
The floor appears bare and cold,
The furniture is old,
But, sweet is the sleep on straw,
from, where comes no fear of law
and the rude asking people for their dues,
for depts, which we should not have run
Do not ever run into debt, beware!
It is a trap, a snare,
let fashion put on airs,
You should shun all its whims and cares
Fine feathers sometimes make,
Fine bords, sometimes they break,
The wings in which they are worn
then dropping, soiled and torn,
under unforgiving skies
The deptor is a slave,
'' Many amn'' pales and tremples, when he meets,
His neighbor in the streets,
Reminding of his unpaid bills,
Which he says are shortly '' falling to his due''
what will become of you?
If you do not pay his bill?
You will still remain a debtor bowed down to his will!
For once, be a honest man,
earn all you fairly can
And spend less then what you earn
have the intelligence to learn
that he alone is free
is the persone, scorning luxury
borriwing leads men to forget
the consequences of debt
for even fetters made of gold
will bother the hearts they hold
Par A.I. Makki.
Pay down for what you get
Your clothes are not instyle
But, wear them still for a while
With washing, ironing and needle, you
Can make them as good as new!
The head and not the hat,
The heart and not the fat,
Makes success of life,
For husband, child and wife!
Debt is a fearsome ghost,
which haunts us the most,
When, we desire sweet rest to reign,
within the real of our minds,
The floor appears bare and cold,
The furniture is old,
But, sweet is the sleep on straw,
from, where comes no fear of law
and the rude asking people for their dues,
for depts, which we should not have run
Do not ever run into debt, beware!
It is a trap, a snare,
let fashion put on airs,
You should shun all its whims and cares
Fine feathers sometimes make,
Fine bords, sometimes they break,
The wings in which they are worn
then dropping, soiled and torn,
under unforgiving skies
The deptor is a slave,
'' Many amn'' pales and tremples, when he meets,
His neighbor in the streets,
Reminding of his unpaid bills,
Which he says are shortly '' falling to his due''
what will become of you?
If you do not pay his bill?
You will still remain a debtor bowed down to his will!
For once, be a honest man,
earn all you fairly can
And spend less then what you earn
have the intelligence to learn
that he alone is free
is the persone, scorning luxury
borriwing leads men to forget
the consequences of debt
for even fetters made of gold
will bother the hearts they hold
Par A.I. Makki.