Across the world, I have traveled
Among the poor and the rich, I have lived
At work, some seek positions, some quit
Behind doors, the good and the bad occurs
At the end, only one notices, the one we praise
Friends and relatives all with different classes
Hidden wonders exposed through actions
Not to understand, we cannot own everything
Grateful ones are the happier
Wondering souls turn toxic
To have enough is to appreciate what's present
They came before us, left with nothing and again we will
Like dogs barking, happy or sad
Rich or poor, lame or normal we are never complete
Let it be a mental character to be grateful
As always, learn to be grateful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written and insightful poem, Warden. Thanks