When all efforts to endeavor,
Become respected with less critique...
Those opinionated may one day choose to assist,
To then realize those who endeavor to do this...
With their efforts already made difficult to make,
Are not doing it for the sake to create...
More challenges for themselves.
Or wishing those who oppose to face and debate,
Their purpose.Their reason. And the 'why'...
Of their choices made.
'Why have you chosen your efforts to endeavor,
In 'this' neighborhood? '
~Uh...
Because I live here? ~
'I 'knew' it.
You have doubts you will succeed.
Don't you? '
~No...
I question your position,
Wishing to get yourself attention.~
'Oh yeah?
And what do you think your efforts to endeavor,
Will get you? '
~Hopefully a show of an appreciation.~
'To then do what with it? '
~Strip butt naked and run down Main Street.~
'I knew it.
You didn't have me fooled at all.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem