I remember those days,
When people volunteered their services...
Without getting paid. This was a civil duty,
Just to keep their neighborhoods...
Looking and appearing to be clean,
And trash free as something understood.
But those days are gone.
And behind us now!
Today?
People expect payment as if entitled,
For their agitation that irritates others.
And with a volunteering of it that is devoted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem