Things to have makes for some,
Worth to value the lives they live.
Not to hear or listen.
Or speak with substance.
But to flaunt and address,
What only is kept on their minds.
To objectify and subject to impress others.
No matter how limited time is given,
For them and their things before rusting.
To begin a needless evaluation.
As to what is more precious.
With irreplaceable significance.
Yet...
For who they were and could have been,
To know them for what they did to do...
Few could say they knew them,
Or their things to have had like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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As to what is more precious! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.