When we are young, we have confidence,
Looking at life, as an open door,
Even if we strike out, we're willing,
To get up and bat some more.
Always looking for new things to try,
We just do it, without wondering,
About the final outcome,
Will we smile, or cry.
Most then settle in a job,
More or less, the same work for years,
With confidence, they will succeed,
Adjusting around, any fears.
I now look at many my age, crazy,
Saying they can't, before they try,
Something possible, retired, plenty of time,
Is it lack of attitude, and confidence, or just lazy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem