Everyday we fight skirmishes,
skirmishes to stay alive.
We might loose a couple
of skirmishes along the way.
We never finish fighting the battle
until we’ve reach the top floor
and then we’re knocking on heaven’s door.
28 January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everyday could be a battle won or lost...and sometime we must pay a cost...but sometimes when we win a few....It changes our day to a brighter hue...either win or lose....we still learn what we need to do...: O)