Encrusted with jewels
And covered with gold
It may be priceless
But it can be sold
Plain as a handful
Of unsifted dirt
It may be worthless,
But losing it hurts
Maybe it's backwards
Maybe it's wrong
But a treasure untreasured
Won't last for long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how clever this piece is. You can apply it too so many things. I may just have to read it again.