One may think he thinks
And the other may pride his smartness
The truth remains
Great things come to us by chance.
Many had walked that walk
Strode more than you
But chance denied them its fortune
Like the bad man down my street.
That great idea just dropped into your head
Where it came from, you know not
At times, Success just laid itself in our front to walk into
Not necessary by hardwork as some preached
We are feathers in the breeze of mystery.
While you at the peak
Remember that the road to the top slopes downward
Chance that took you there could bring you down
Like the bad man down my street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth remains Great things come to us by chance. Nice poem, Alade..... Thanks for sharing.....