Drizzling into minds of clay, thoughts of incredible
fortune lie unclaimed, while solidly built futures
lie in wasteful piles of history.
There are even values awaiting an innocent mind to
pick them up and carry them away.
Talent forsaken on every doorstep, leaving all gifts
for someone else to learn to use.
Lazily living life, standing idly on the sidelines,
never actually becoming a part of any of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem