Some people think that they,
Are the only one who matters.
Others don't really care,
Their emotions left in tatters.
Some people think that they,
Are the big ruling supreme.
Others long to be loved,
Like an addict or a fiend.
Some people don't think that rules,
Apply to them at all.
But little do they know,
They are running into a wall.
Some people long to live,
Yet others long for peace.
Some ideas are immortal,
The ancient gods of Greece.
Some people feel secure,
Others cry at night.
The only thing, for certain,
Is that no one is always right.
Some people think that love,
Is simply just a phrase.
Others know the meaning,
And love throughout their days.
Some people have their wants,
Others just their needs.
We all come from different places,
Different times, Different creeds.
Some can't understand,
What redemption really means.
They just cant seem to accept it,
Like a toddler with their greens.
Some people long for fights,
Others long for praise.
Few things are for certain,
Death's eternal, staring gaze.
This world is full of wants,
Of gold and of greed.
Yet the only thing that matters,
Is what one truly needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last stanza says it all. Brilliantly put.