There comes a time,
When those who choose to compete...
Refuse to do it with others too competitive.
They wish not to expose their incompetence,
With the ones who have shown...
They come to win time and time again.
To then embarrass those incompetent,
With kept beliefs they can critique...
An excellence they will never reach.
And therefore mediocrity is kept,
As their interpretation of success...
To profess as the best of acceptable efforts.
'I finally found their errors made.'
~That's great.
And it only took you decades to find them.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem