THE TEARS I FEEL ARE ROLLING CONSTANTLY DOWN MY FACE.
HOW COULD I HAVE LOST THIS RACE.
I WAS SURE ENOUGH TO WIN AT MY PACE.
BUT SOME HOW I DIDN’T FIT HIS TASTE.
MAYBE I WAS MADE WITH SUCH GRACE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Christina, when you are born a winner and will die a winner, even in the event of losing, you still remain a winner, since you gain experience from it...great poem, brief but said it all, well penned, got my vote, and welcome to the poetry world, I will see you along the road, Love and Peace, Romeo, Bronx, NY