The ones who lose,
Eventually...
Are those who choose to accept,
To neglect their efforts...
And endeavors to make,
For an exchange of discouragement.
With lowered heads.
Until their thoughts of wishes,
And kept dreams are dead.
Eventually.
Success to achieve with it believed,
Is the only way obstacles faced...
Are removed to eliminate with them done.
It doesn't matter where one lives.
To have what one creates,
Rise to shine to have noticed by everyone.
Eventually.
Content can not be prevented.
Or kept meant to be hidden behind shadows,
Away from the Sun.
Eventually...
What someone does with faith to keep,
Continues to rise above all with disbelief...
To witness and accept,
Eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem