No one does what you do like you but you.
None of us are here to be like the other.
We are here to bring our gifts and have them nourished.
Some believe they are only here to shop...
And express their jealousies.
Fantasing who has what and good luck.
Believing some things come to those who have it easy.
But no one dares to mention their medications!
Or dare to share their prescribed delusions.
Since...
Many may never live for them to find a cure!
Or something to do in their lives they like,
Besides complain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem