No success to believe it achieved.
Can become accomplished to remain sustained.
Without collective effort.
Some may claim individual fame.
Others may also proclaim,
The same to come and go to forget it.
Jealousy and its envy,
Chases to erase promises of greatness.
Money to buy it becomes an expensive lost cause.
If the ingredients are there but ignored.
Or thought useless and unneeded,
To blend within the mix.
Unfulfilled are hopeful promises.
And to hell goes,
What should have been experienced to witness.
As greatness to wish it,
Becomes no more than a myth.
No more than a dismissed effort.
Or an endeavor to waste.
By those who talk.
But despises how someone walks.
To do it differently than others,
Who sit never to realize...
What it takes to make greatness.
Or recognize who participates,
In the success of it.
To appreciate collectively what it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem