His wife told him that he had to give up drinking Bud.
How he would miss those suds.
He gave the Bud up for a day.
And his wife told him that he would have to quit forever or she was leaving today.
He loved his wife and wanted her to stay.
But he sat and drank a Bud as she went on her way.
He felt bad about her leaving that day.
But he bought more Bud when he got his pay.
He had some regret and from his eyes came some tears.
But he just could not give up his beer.
So as he was looking at her picture.
He thought that he could buy a lot more Bud if he was richer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem