Care is constant:
goes up someplace,
goes down someplace else:
the more you care for your child,
the less you care for yourself;
the good who don't care they're being watched
are looking after their children,
the good who do,
aren't;
Bad watchers
are working out how
to do the good who don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A super poem on constant care, written in a sublime intriguing wit n style. Rhyming nice too. Thumbs up! Great to read u again.