Changes in life alter the way we look at things in the long
run.
Traveling after the good life, at times we get bogged down
by the materialistic world of fake riches, knowing within
that family and friends are the real treasures of our world.
Nothing can compare to their worth as they are priceless and
cannot be bought by anyone, no matter how much money they may
have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem