Too often, we leave with false security of things never changing.
Too often, we bite our tongues when we only wish to scream.
Too often, the kind words of strangers bounce from our ears.
Too often, we never notice the trials of another.
Too often, we cry without a reason.
Too often, we neglect.
Too often, we complicate life.
Too often, we fail to remember the good and focus only on hardships.
Too often, we are disrupted by the follies of man.
Too often, we act barely human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem