First they call you crazy, then call you for favors Poem, by Ndou Rolivhuwa , at My poetic side

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In the eyes of others, a rebel I stand,

First they call me crazy, with a mocking hand.

They scorn my dreams and visions, unrefined,

But little do they know, I'm one of a kind.

But when success and fortune come my way,

And my name is whispered, in a different sway,

They call me for favors, with a humble tone,

And ask for my help, when their own paths are unknown.

Oh, the irony of life, so sweet and so grand,

First they call you crazy, then call you to hand,

But I'll not forget, the doubts they once sowed,

And I'll choose who to help, with a heart that's allowed.

For true strength lies in forgiveness, and in knowing,

When to lend a hand, and when to let go.

Author: Ndou Rolivhuwa (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: May 10th, 2024 03:52
Comment from author about the poem: This poem resonates deeply with me because it speaks to the experience of being doubted and criticized by others, only to prove them wrong through determination and hard work. It's a reminder that our uniqueness and creativity are often met with resistance, but that's what makes our success all the more sweet. Don't let the naysayers bring you down - keep pushing forward, and know that your time will come. And when it does, remember to lift others up with you, and never forget where you started.
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