I was once told that the best
Person in life is not the one that
Works hard or who does great
Things and miracles. I detest
This. The best person, in contrast,
Is the one that we like, appreciate,
The person that we love with trust
And passion, do I really exaggerate?
No! ! ! ! Simply because, the mistakes,
Lacuna, negligence and laziness;
Crimes and fatuity this person makes
Seem to be overlooked, what craziness,
Quickly forgiven and totally forgotten.
However, whatever effort, sacrifice,
Hard work another person has taken
Would neither have a value nor a price.
We will, at any cost, try to discourage
Them, look for any stupid excuse
To let them down and wrongly accuse
Them. Our planet Earth is very savage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem