One can never get enough...
Of money.
Or their own bees to make more honey.
One can never get enough...
Of fame to claim an ego filled.
One can never get enough...
Of what they have already,
Without complaining to someone that hears...
What they've been blessed to possess to get,
Is no longer sufficient to impress others with.
One can never get enough...
Of wishing for more happiness.
To not understand or comprehend,
The meaning or its definition.
People seem to never be...
Satisfied or try to like themselves.
People seem to never be...
Proud to have been given their own identities.
People seem to never be...
Decisive without denying who they are.
Nosey bodies and conflict mongers.
Hungering for tit for tats and petty chit chats.
But can find the time to pass judgements.
With a doing they can not stay away,
From being in the midst...
Of minding someone else's business.
And with this done everyday.
Enjoying they've been solicited to be...
Just another nosy busy bee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem