You said you want to be like me,
But don't like the way I made it.
I sacrificed and slaved away,
But you just sat there jaded.
While I was working hard at school
You just goofed off playing hooky
You tried to step into this game,
But I'm the all-star, you're the rookie.
Then you fall and wonder why
But never own your choices.
You cry and groan that it's not fair:
Words just lost in dying voices.
The moral of these verses is
No effort means no glory.
You can't succeed without the pain:
You can't abridge your story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine and lofty piece of poetry nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Brave utterances set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing William.