all the way is mine but misfortune
we part with all but our own
'ever ever we would live', says the Cross
if we could part with what is ours.
it is a multi-lane track all the way up
take it or not, it is the way we tread
look left and right, up and down
back and forth, hither and thither
moving on here is a fortune rare.
be in time always; never fail to see
excuse are killers, so are our egos
it is a multi-lane one-way track up
take it or not, it is the way we tread.
jp.28.8.16.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem