A young man comes to rest
The day is done and he has given his best
But the goals that he set for himself are unmet
And the goals were not lofty that he set
Just to fix a machine previously broken
Was the thing he desired, a recognizable token
Of the skills he has honed throughout his life
That had come to him through struggle and strife
But alas it was not to be
His work went up in flames and he
Was grieved beyond words at this little blunder
That caused his hard work to go asunder
But when the flames cease and the scene cools
All is not lost except for the fools
Who give up there and say I am done
Instead of looking up and saying that was fun
Oh the learning that comes from trials
The ability to analyze through your own style
Forged in the fire of failure and pain
Comes a warrior who will rise again and again
The young man walks to the bed that he keeps
Where his pillow knows trials for often he weeps
And oftener still he bends his knees
To pray to the Lord of the earth our majesty
Now he lowers his head as he prepares to rest
For tomorrow is a new day, trial, and test
He exhales slowly as he lies down
For into his sleep he will slowly drown
And in the morning as the legends go
The man will arise, invigorated we know
To do today what he failed before
To work with passion to attack the door
The door of success which all can go through
But the cost of entry is up to you
Will you work hard and attack your work
Like a young man proving his worth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, and I have felt this frustration and determination.
Thank you Janet. its nice to know I'm not the only one