Without persistence...
Wishes with kept dreams,
May as well be nonexistent.
If from a window,
One searches the sky...
For falling stars to catch.
And pots of gold at the end of rainbows,
To fetch.
It takes desire, motivation with initiative,
To at least realize 'something' wanted wished.
And not sitting to dream for an appearance of it.
Without persistence...
Wishes with kept dreams,
May as well be nonexistent.
And many who find their time has been wasted,
Accept procrastinating is part of their fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem