Someday
When it’s over and passes
You will look to your back
And start to recall what’s left
Maybe it’s not much like you said
Maybe it’s fewer than others may paid
Otherwise it’d never remain in the trash bin
And turns to be what you’ve seen
People can start to think that you lost the title
Of the best they can ever known is only its name
Or they would say something you already figured
Just in time to get you back at them in anger
It’s not right either wrong
Mistakes made for experience’s sake
If we don’t fail this time,
We might not win the next game
Someday, just someday
You will see how and why you got here
There are no reasons of being patient
There are no reasons of being stuck either
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem