There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing I treasure more,
When in the act of giving without expectation.
Some choose to be represented,
By things seen to flaunt.
As if the age of what is shown is priceless.
As if it could sit without reflecting dust.
Or tease with taunts,
To agitate an envy...
Wished and wanted.
While others consume themselves,
Collecting names to drop.
As if this raises them up a notch.
But these insecurities never meant a thing to me.
I've observed street sweepers,
With more personality and far more dignity.
People like that I see as really being on the top.
People empty of identity and purpose...
Could sit behind the wheel of a Mercedes,
For all I care.
They seem to be nurtured from a hollow crop.
They could drive from point A to arrive at B...
And still not have a thing to offer or share.
But empty conceit and hot air to spare.
There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing more I admire...
When I see that within others!
And they don't have to have a dime in their pockets,
To radiate or shine bright with light!
These are the folks I admire and like.
These are the folks who excite my life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm..interesting it seems to be about compassion and true self worth