When loss of respect has gone.
For self and others to express it.
Less are the benefits.
Expected to get.
And from who or whom would be left?
Disrespect to receive,
Does not too often leave anyone...
Begging for more.
Hoping a quick fix satisfies an addiction.
Although anything goes these days to accept!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem