Success is an ugly thing
Men are deceived by its false
resemlence to merit and prosperity.
Prosperity presupposes ability
Win a lotery-Prize
And you are a clever man
Until the eternity
Winners are adulated
To be born with a caul is everything;
Luck is what matters
Confirmed with certainity.
Be fortunate and you will be thought great
The popular esteem is
singularily short-sighted
Springs out ambiguity.
Gilt is as Good as Gold
No Harm in being a chance arrival
Provided you arrive
Even you have lost
Your own identity.
&
Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, author, translator, columnist, political analyst, poet)
Heerenveen
October,2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is nothing worse than losing your own identity.