He bitterly wept,
For there was nothing left.
All his dreams were shattered,
Because he, like a ship
Sailing in the ocean was battered.
People made fun of him
For he had dared.
For a dream had come to him
Which had his confidence flared.
And he had set out
For destination unknown.
And while in way he knew
That his chances were none.
But he had been optimistic and carried on.
And then he realized a little late that
He could have never won.
For the caravan to his destination was long gone.
And now he lived with the memories of days bygone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem