I have been told that luck is a gift
And I wonder if that is true
Things can be viewed in many ways
I wonder if that counts too
For you can look at me and envy
But no good is without bad
You can look at me and feel sorry
But no bad is without good
We will never know the answers
We only know what we see
We need to find acceptance
And be who we can be
Go forth and remember your fortunes
Go forth and accept misfortunes
We will never know the answers
We can only be who we can be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem