To Anticipate
Do not expect anything and you will not
Be disappointed. What a dreadful advice
To give anyone who likes a party.
No listen up, expect a lot and work hard
To let it happens and if it doesn’t, don’t
You come crying on my shoulders;
It is life you see and we are leaves on
Mother tree, we can dream but in the end
We fall and get trampled in the mud;
And since you are a leaf amongst millions
Of other you can still expect to be a golden
One destined to be oak leaf on a uniform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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