I am a mere mortal with peculiar failings,
I am not the best neither am I the worst,
I try to do things my way and I do my best,
I don't bend to breaking point to please men;
And I don't set standard for anybody,
Whenever I fall short of your expectation,
You may just have overrated me.
I don't feel disappointed for doing poorly,
So long as my conscience tells me I did my best;
I have my strength, and I don't begrudge that of others;
I know my limits, and I know when to surrender;
Perseverance is a virtue not common to everyone;
So whenever I quit, I do that with dignity,
I don't waste precious time on fruitless ventures
I glory in quitting, as well as in victory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfectly wise poem. Thanks