Wandering, seeking what you don't have.
And so proud, you take them for granted.
When they go, you sit regretting your flaws.
You cry, thinking tears can bring a change.
And when you promise to take things serious.
You ends up in the hands of wanderers.
If you had been serious, things would've been better.
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I would like to translate this poem
ou cry, thinking tears can bring a change. And when you promise to take things serious. You ends up in the hands of wanderers. thank u for this poem dear poet. life, its problems and how we face it and how we think about it. thank u dear poet... tony