When thirsty,
Why would one stand in line...
Behind others at an empty well whining?
While listening to those wishing,
For their promises to drink...
Fresh and clean water is fulfilled.
To then ignore the ones with their buckets,
Spilling over.
Although...
They are not dressed to impress.
Regardless if they do appear healthy.
With a spiritual wealth that is nourished.
'There is 'Always' someone that comes along,
who thinks they know so much.
'And'...
Better than everyone else?
Hmph!
Some people.
If this line is good for everyone else waiting...
It's good for me too!
I can't 'STAND' those 'know-it-alls'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem