The taste of a life one dreams to come,
Has to go through a series of experiences.
And that wish may encounter obstacles to delay.
Since a requirement to peel away many layers,
Before a discovery made becomes finally appreciated.
And often with a doing on many occasions to frustrate.
It takes a tolerated patience one eventually learns,
From a process of picking through appearances...
To uncover preferences that impresses with just image,
Sought to satisfy the mind but not the heart with kept wishes...
For a taste one comes to crave on a daily basis to keep.
With a doing done that has been earned with a wanted desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem