Days pass no thoughts
about family, friends
Until the calm waters of life
start to ripple again
Sometimes a light breeze,
then comes a storm
Leaves fall, decay, forgotten,
though once useful
Past good intentions erased,
judged only today
Feel I am being punished
for my past good deeds
Such is this selfish life,
Hard to be popular always
But is it worth while trying?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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