Who's way would I have had,
To do it another way instead of my own?
With a knowing my way had been unpaved,
And beset with impossibilities...
Others mentioned to make me afraid?
I must admit,
There was no other way I would have picked.
Whether or not someone else had expressed interest.
Or had said how foolish I was with a wasting of time.
And that time I wasted had been on an easy task,
That I chose to find.
With my voice only heard in my mind.
Who's way would I have had?
If I had not done it my own way to do?
There is no one I now know or then knew,
Who would have chosen a view unpaved...
Feeling obligated to remove obstacles,
To save themselves from a doing of it...
Better or with a patience to produce,
With a proving that I could and did to do.
And myopic I might have been,
But my obstacles have proven to be good friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem