Time is all we got
Luck is all we have
The inventor of good is taught
His descendants right and wrong from above
If men were gods
Secrets may not hide in pots
Now that I live to long
Blessings in me upholds the fruitful young
My song may have to pause
Climax I on the top
Nurtured for a good cause
One to judge us all at court.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one to judge us, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.