Failure.
No one should live,
To anticipate failure.
Failure faced to know it,
Is a blessing in disguise.
For anyone who realizes,
An expectation to again face failure...
Will not for them again come.
When improvements are done to be made,
That chases thoughts of failure away.
To anticipate nothing else,
But a doing what it takes to do better.
Everyday.
Done without fail.
Or being lured to accept procrastination.
Since procrastination,
Seems to invite disappointment.
Until the taste of failure stays.
And becomes too comfortable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem