Needless.
And pointless to discuss.
Feelings to know them felt to have.
Yet no one brings that subject up.
To either be curious or bother to ask.
And this can not be faulted.
Or either to place the blame to claim,
Neglect.
Thoughtlessness or selfishness.
If this in their minds,
Has yet begun to connect.
There are people,
Who have never been given...
Love expressed or a touch from a hug.
For them they grew to worship money.
Things to get and impressions to make.
And so obvious that is these days.
So obvious it is,
Quality of life to live it for many...
Has replaced the caring for others,
For things to bling.
Dollars to pocket and worship
Impressions to be made.
And relationships thought worthless,
If status is not prioritized.
Or names of those known to conveniently drop!
And that's what happens,
To people given entitlements.
Titles.
A desk to sit.
Papers to push.
Lunch breaks to get.
With happy hours after,
To talk about others and themselves.
Like nothing else matters.
And...
To them,
Nothing else does.
This can not be faulted.
This is a way of life,
For many to only know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem