Lesson Costs Poem by Chan Mongol

LESSON COSTS
Poem by Chan Mongol
June 8 of 2021


Perhaps, my heart was not fully open;
For those who were handicap then.
My charity didn't go to needy people;
I couldn't feel for those who were ill.
My lessons came exactly as the fate;
To help poor should be the mandate.
I feel now how unlucky they were;
Painful body with the life in danger!
Lesson costs time, health and money;
I got mine to know humanity, harmony.