Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
What will you do if they go?
And there's nothing left that's shown?
Only grief exposing life,
And 'things' gone.
Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
Hoping for a return for them,
Only makes a sadness deepen.
When it dawns to end a fawning...
Brighter is one's life turned on.
With a darkness by such dawning gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem