In seasons past the fustian class
That is those who toiled and broiled.
Would always bear truth,
To the faults of their youth,
As an example to those that do follow.
But in the current climate of me
The self can no longer admit it or see,
That the weakness itself, is not to declare,
That a fault can be cleansed by admission,
But our pride will not risk that derision.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A factual penning. Yes mostly we suffer from this because of our cheap egos & fancy, with which we live in this earth forgetting the values...... well questioned.