These people they are not worth much

These people, they’re not worth much,
They think they are more liquid than water,
They shine before those who envy them,
They wear beautiful expensive watches,
These people think they’re better than God,
Better Than hedgehogs, seagulls, trees,
But they don’t have their qualities,
The choppy lake makes me forget them.

These people, they’re not worth much,
They despise Montaigne and La Boétie,
For evenings at the village restaurant,
They mock the villagers of Tarascon,
They have arguments on every boat,
Sail when the sea rises suddenly,
They shine only to humiliate people,
To satisfy their sense of vanity,

These people, they’re not worth much,
They take you away from distant lands,
They take you away from the genius of Claude Monet
Meditation in front of blue landscapes,
They take you away from the goodness of the trees,
 From Time that stops on Lake Como,
These people, they’re not worth much,
They keep you away from the people you love.






Ces gens-là, ne valent pas grand-chose,
Ils se croient plus liquides que l’eau,
Ils brillent devant ceux qui les jalousent,
Ils portent de belles montres couteuses,
Ces gens-là se croient meilleurs que Dieu,
Que les hérissons, les mouettes, les arbres,
Mais ils n’en ont pas les qualités,
Le clapot d’un lac me les fait oublier.

Ces gens-là, ne valent pas grand-chose,
Ils méprisent Montaigne et La Boétie,
Pour des soirées au restaurant du bourg,
Ils moquent les villageois de Tarascon,
Ils ont des arguments sur tous les bateaux,
Appareillent quand la mer monte soudain,
Ils ne brillent que pour humilier les gens,
Pour satisfaire leurs sens des vanités,

Ces gens-là, ne valent pas grand-chose,
Ils vous éloignent des pays lointains,
Ils vous éloignent du génie de Claude Monet
De la méditation devant des paysages bleus,
Ils vous éloignent de la bonté des arbres,
Du temps qui s’arrête sur le lac de Côme,
Ces gens-là, ne valent pas grand-chose,
Ils vous éloignent des gens que vous aimez.
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Anaya Avatar
December 14, 2023 at 4:28 PM
Aww, Yann, you've expressed in this masterpiece (a serious subject) the sad truth of prejudice, with your soulful heart. DON'T GIVE YOUR PEARLS TO SWINE_ Matthew 7:6 I Am Anaya
Brotherton Avatar
December 13, 2023 at 6:08 AM
A wonderful poem, Yann. Some people are not worth much and others, nothing at all. Have a beautiful day, my friend.
Fernandez-Garcia Avatar
December 13, 2023 at 5:53 AM
Bonsoir Yann. So true your poem. What I think about that sort of people is that is their real nature, money just take their mask off. Nice to read you Yann. You are the one that knows how to put the dot on the "i". Fantastic. Have a nice afternoonxxxx
Dietrich Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 4:10 PM
They sound like real hedonists. Love this
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:38 PM
so true andrea, thanks for commenting
Buehler Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 1:48 PM
None can be great without humility. Your masterfully written poem is interesting and thought provoking, Yann. Best of wishes.
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:40 PM
thanks evelyn, i think humility is above everything, enjoyed your compliment
Maverick Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 11:06 AM
Yes quite a lot of people are like this They were in full cry over the past two To three years, very divisive..' well put Yann, keep reflecting your observations.'
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:40 PM
thanks Joe, too many people i guess, think that way, in france, do'n't really know in USA, thanks for stopping by
One Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 8:58 AM
You translated that one very well.. we should always value things and make our own opinion about them..
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:43 PM
enjoyed yout comment, SO, sometimes, i use application, for thanslation to go faster and then, makes corrections of my own, while reading the poem in english, thanks a lot for compliementing
Baker Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 8:05 AM
We sometimes forget where our blessings come from and focus on ourselves and the things we accumulate. Ego can be ugly to everyone except the narcissistic. It is ashamed so many are deceived by wealth and greed in this world. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us through your poetry, Yann. Write On! my friend. Bill
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:44 PM
Thanks Bill, for appreciating and supporting this poem, ocan feel good reading your friendly comment, have a good day my friend
Empress Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 7:26 AM
What a powerful and profound write this is. It is indeed sad that we live in an egoistic world where so many play god when they are financially blessed, not realizing it is God indeed that gives them all this and nothing lasts forever. I felt this poem. Deeply. Pleasure always reading you, sending you light
Rolland Avatar
December 12, 2023 at 10:46 PM
You reaaly send me light, IE, thanks for supporting me with your deep and thoughtful comment, enjoyed all your words here
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