We all champion our favorites,
With a wish that they do well.
We all desire to want what we enjoy,
And love the most,
Appreciated by others...
With a lifting up of a glass that signals,
A reason has arrived to praise with a toast.
We all wish to salute that which is deserving,
To acknowledge an appreciation shown.
We all would love to do this without hesitation.
But our wishes to do it,
Seldom is done to be seen...
By those who are living to have them made aware,
Just how much they've done for others mean.
We all champion our favorites,
Long after they have left the scene.
With wishes they could see and hear,
What they have done to achieve...
Has finally been given a respect received.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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