Silver, gold, diamonds
Though precious mean little
Compared to solid bonds
We build whether or not we flaunt a ceremonial title.
Sport and utility vehicles and limousines
Pale into insignificance in comparison to genuine love
We consume beyond pages of glamorous magazines
And the joy our associates and partners deserve.
Mink coats, cosmetics, accessories
Cannot elevate us far above our natural endowments
Though in some quarters luxuries
Shower on insecure folks superficial endearments.
Caviar, venison, pork
Though tasty on our palate
As we pull a champagne cork
May not assuage our emptiness when disappointment fills our plate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem of the true value of things that really mean something to those with open eyes? .............superbly written.