The wait is ON,
only time can tell,
where our souls truly belong,
and bring us out of our shell.
The waters are shallow on the shore,
That's where we learn to play with waves,
But as we grow,
We love the mysterious depth and we are brave.
Some find the precious pearls,
And make their fortune,
While some drown in the burl,
Is that their misfortune?
Some are born to win,
Yet there is a struggle behind,
Some still complain for a life that has been,
Success is not a miracle but a personal find.
Shed that hatred, greed, anger and envy,
and see a new light directing your life,
Always earn an honest penny,
That is the trait of the wise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem