In a world of self, individual race
Hustle hard, carry your own cross
Fight your own battle, preparation is your burden
But the success is collectively shared
You are on your own, you are grown
Up to the age of accountability
Old enough to face your own future, afterall
I wasn't your age when I was on my own
The lazy man that can not work, always
Depending on families & friends.
All he knows how to do best is sit, sleep & wait
For which of his families or friends will call next.
But when his success comes, the tale of his laziness
Become the waste that is disposed off like
The fate never existed & we hear is appraisal
Success inevitable, it is a must that is the spirit
What would the man do, how would he go about it
His he really lazy as they say, or
He is only as helpless as anybody can be
Is he so fated to be irrelevant to his society, friends and family.
Many would talk, plenty would say
Either good or bad, we all laid with responsibility
Share responsibility, the obligation is for all
Yet there is no lazy man, for her relevance
Could be in another sense, possibly out of this world
Every man got his ability, reveal it
Express it, make good use of it
Success harbor's many friends
Make the best use of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem