A great painting keeps its beauty,
A great film its movement too,
A great book stays under cover,
A great poem speaks to you,
But it's we, the proud and prejudice,
That have so much to regret,
Who never know how good we have it,
Till it's time to go to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem of appreciating the beauty of life's lot? ...........well wrote.