Why is it that those,
Once having no time to give to others...
Whether freely donating from their hearts or not,
Seem as if they have more of it.
With an abundance of time on their hands they have.
And the ones they had 'selected' then to share it with,
Could care less if they exist.
While the ones with the time,
Do their best to find something constructive to do.
Having spent most of their lives,
Addressing impressions and not a self worth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem