The world celebrate the best
Non other than the best
People may pity the runner up
Feel sorry for the energy expended
Soon they leave him
For where cymbals, trumpets and merry are made
For it is in them to celebrate the best.
Sorry if you are jilted
For coming a runner up
Many are runners up
Few are champions
And so deserve to be celebrated
For they are gold among stones.
Becoming the best is no fluke
But I will give my all
Because the world celebrate only the best.
For they are gold among stones. Becoming the best is no fluke But I will give my all Because the world celebrate only the best. Great determination to be the greatest... God bless allyour efforts to become great. thank you dear pooet.. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Sorry if your are jilted! With the ways of mankind. Nice work.