No one with a purpose to achieve.
Does so without a strategy.
Placed in a pace methodical.
Before a step forward one takes.
Time and unrelenting patience.
Focus and kept belief.
Rises to eventually conquer over naysayers.
Those who discover,
Their meritless reasons to discredit...
Anyone's abilities.
Leaving them feeling more foolish.
They had allowed themselves,
In the spreading of rumors.
One with a strategy had used them as bait.
Hoping their disbeliefs,
Would methodically create a taste.
For the crow they ate.
To eventually appreciate.
The abilities one has to have them choke.
On reasons to ever again discredit anyone.
Before choosing what they do has no merit.
No one has to believe.
What they hear heard to say or read.
Since a doing done by one to do.
Only takes eyes,
Not even to open wide.
To view the proof of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem