There are trailblazers, pioneers...
And others on paths to clear and carve,
Fresh and unknown to be discovered destinies.
And many come to achieve success early in their lives,
With a hope to share their experiences.
Only to keep alive that which can and should thrive.
But so many without insight and/or minds enlightened,
Choose to think of those who give with such adventures...
Lived with a wish to have others benefit from these treasures,
Are suspected as attention getters with nothing material seen...
To address impressions.
And...
Unfortunately become ignored with their expressions left,
Overheard by those who eventually steal...
Those secrets of the treasures 'they' claim to keep for themselves.
To disgust the ones who choose to keep their distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem