Speed
Try as I may, I couldn't run.
I could only stride, one leg by one.
I tried to hop and jump and skip.
I couldn't run and I had to quit.
One day, I decided to totally give up.
I lay there flat in the dirt.
On my back I could see,
I had given up on me.
But I started to roll over,
And turn around to stand.
I was exuberant but tired on the other hand.
I slipped again down on the sand.
But something in me,
Said get up.
It was a commend to myself,
That I couldn't give up.
Now I stood up and now I ran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem