Always,
There will be 'someone'...
Sifting through archives,
Dusted by time and cobwebbed...
Looking for anything done by someone,
To discredit one's integrity and achievements.
For purposes to feel better,
About a doing done to undermine one's character.
To then feel whatever sought and revealed,
Diminishes any respect given,
The doer of accomplishments...
Deserves and gets.
'Here it is. Finally.
It took me years to uncover it.
But this document is proof,
That there was a time in his early youth...
He actually was discovered,
Not to have been able to tie his own shoes.
This has to be exposed immediately.
What a relief.
I now can sleep peacefully.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem