The award winning moment
just arrives
and vanishes
like tides retreating back to sea
what remains...
the pride of achievement
the confidence of success
the euphoria of goodwill
but.......
over a period of time
the stream of confidence
runs dry
may be waiting for
another recognition...
desire
non-stop
brake is the ultimate wisdom...
the vehicle has to stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem