Is life to be blessed,
And bestowed to experience...
The wonders to share them,
From views that are different.
Or do we as most believe,
Life to get and with this blessed
Is not a process to share at all.
Leaving many to complain.
With judgements to pass on others.
As to who lives to do this selfishly.
And who is deserving,
To be selfish?
Not to have done this before to realize,
Being taken for granted.
Had no advantages.
Or benefits to receive,
Offered done with none to come...
By the ones who live to greed,
Leech and deceive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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