Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
The ones who keep it and unchanged.
Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
The ones who see it to maintain.
Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
But many don't see it the same!
It doesn't cost a cent,
To give respect to others...
With it felt and meant.
In fact...
The dividends received,
With just that alone to deposit...
Returns tremendous results.
Those who have no self respect,
Whether having it to express but do not...
Complain the loudest about their lives.
With it to thrive upon as they criticize.
And from birth many are raised to have expectations,
Delivered to them from Sunset until again the Sun rises.
And luck for them seems to not exist.
Especially for the selfish who live like this.
Too much time they spend to compare,
Where one lives and what one wears.
And who possesses what to impress,
To be seen to flaunt with this addressed.
Yet...
Everyone living given life to them,
Breathes the same air to do effortlessly.
Until that breath to breathe comes to an end.
With everyone 'then' left to witness,
A perception of the concept...
Should be more preciously kept with it respected.
Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
The ones who keep it and unchanged.
Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
The ones who see it to maintain.
Perception of the concept,
Benefits...
But many don't see it the same!
Until time for them leaves little left to remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem