Tragedy or misfortune may have another side to behold.
Oft times they point to directions heretofore untold.
Life is so hurried with labors of the day
That there’s scarce a moment to consider another way.
There’s little time to decide if a chosen course is right
Since search for wealth has driven happiness out of sight.
Search for wealth becomes the powerful, unyielding master
Forcing sad, unthinking slaves to labor ever faster.
Then the fortune of misfortune strikes as all becomes strange.
Customs and thinking are confronted by airs of change.
Because of fear and uncertainty most fail to stay on course.
Winners redefine goals using such tragedy as their source.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
often loss brings value to life, pain defines the preciousness of the moment! great poem!