The golden goose that gave gold eggs is gone.
Its last poor eggs were alloyed anyway.
It did not leave a trail to inspire one:
Giving to those who could not true assay.
The trouble with the golden goose was that
It had a golden heart but was blind as a bat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite philosophical in meanings. I like it. Yes... sometimes we must be blind...