Advice if asked is based upon one simple truth
opened and kept wide are they with sight.
Some give away their lives for what is right
while others beat a path, straight out of sight.
Precognition not in a dream, kept wide awake
yet in sleeping each good King, relies upon.
Failure is a virtue if one can raise them selves above it
yet most feet are wisely anchored to the ground.
Some will play the victim none can sway
while one must play a roll, an honest face.
Now a secret few can hold and fewer ever will
secrets without trust for gold are always told.
True friends will always stay no matter how it ends
while those that weren't a proven friend
have like a thief in your good night, nigh walked away.
Good men are if in reach, what's more to ask?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem