Variety much up the spice of life;
Varied characters of unique styles, of strife.
There are those who watch it happen,
Then there are ones wondering what happened.
Vacant faces, lost from the nine-to-five ‘routine.’
Time and money limited with validation so keen.
Jogging to look the part, great bodies with small hearts.
Some slip through the cracks of bureaucracy, from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem