An idolization of the past for the accomplishments that leads us to the here and now.
We should be proud and continue on steadfast.
For we all walk upon where they left off.
But instead we try to be better and greater in our own right.
Too busy making comparisons.
To realize we still have so much to do.
We got to leave something for next generation.
Instead of bathing in our own celebration.
Looky here, look what I did.
A braggart under an assumed name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem