Success in life every one makes
by the chances he boldly takes,
the right to choose he was given
by the Lord who rules from heaven.
Opportunities, big and small,
have in my past life come to call,
some I did take, some I did miss,
I had boom days, I met crises.
Some souls around longingly miss
all my lost opportunities,
with all of them me they hound
though I try to turn things around.
Lots of people are so unkind,
one’s faults always they love to find
and let him not all these forget
with words that are never so sweet.
Into one’s life each of them delves
but they forget about themselves,
each downward his fellow he grabs
in the fabled way of the crabs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem