They can't blend without it
Here and there yet a few do
A lot feel so uneasy without it
Neck-supporting pillow unfelt
Stuffy mattress steals it all
Man made mind seems to win
Holy words only second place
Most which the words do ban
Them ego gives the go ahead
So the words luck substance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely chosen words. Well crafted.