Alone and knowing it.
That's how it is,
When one is wishing to accomplish.
And with a making of an effort,
Out of sight unseen...
Seems to give others,
Reason and rhyme to validate...
The saying and doing of mean things,
About one who is not in their presence.
Until a success is achieved.
Although sad but true this is...
When hearing those same people say,
What it was they 'knew' as if they felt the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem