'I admit to those times of being vane,
AND guilty.
But...
Not in recent memory.'
The same game played,
No matter what season it may be...
Will be played by the 'users'
Expressing the same mindless philosophy.
With only one agenda.
And that is to score!
With an intent,
To keep those prepared losing excuses...
At a hopeful distance.
Even the one who wins...
Has a determination,
From the beginning that does not end...
Speaks!
With such compassionate humility.
'Was it as good to you,
As it was for me...
To receive, give 'and' teach? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem