People live
With
Their
Rose-colored
Glasses
Watching
With
Their
Slanted
Views
Waiting
For
Something
To
Happen
But
They’ve
Waited
In vain
For
A
Useless
Dream of
Utopia
When
They
Should
Be
The
Change
We all tend to sit and fold our hands waiting for things to change. Things will not change until we roll up our sleeve, buckle down and get the job done. An inspiring write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
change will not happen until we make it happen good write