We do what we do,
Until we don't.
It 'will' be declared finished.
Eventually in time.
To be left abandoned.
And this is not the mystery.
The mystery?
Those who don't do,
At someone else's expense.
AND...
Argue about not getting paid enough,
For their dreams and expectations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem