Purpose is worth the time we give it.
Deserving the return of benefits received,
Flowing with a return that appears to match...
The investment of one's initiative.
Since motivation does not await,
Contemplated procrastination.
Feelings to emote them kept bottled up.
With a smothering under excuses to create.
As if in the doing,
Purpose is left to recharge to energize it.
While purpose fades taking away initiative.
Then to wonder as another sunset is watched,
Why many are not seen sharing...
What one has an abundance of time,
Finding on their mind to observe.
With it to pass.
Again. And again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem