Get up quicker dear,
Before your friends take,
Notes of your fall and despair,
The longer you stay there,
The more you send your status,
To the visibility of the face book,
More harm you may do to your welfare,
Good news always spread slower,
As the bad news energizes the hearers,
These news disperse as the wild fire,
Your circle of friends may be of a few or many numbers,
They all get excited at the expense of your status.
Get up faster, dust the dirt and join the crowd.
Falling is normal and it is in the nature,
how fast we recover really matters.
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Bad news disperse as the wild fire. People are always waiting for bad news. Warning for all web users.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How fast we recovers really matters......Very well said..Good poem. Enjoyed reading it.