I'm at Aggrey's this night,
The journey is tough and the times aren't right;
I'm one traveler so worn
Awaiting the blessed morn.
I'm trapped in a cycle of walk's want
And since I cannot forsake the begun movement
I shall endeavor to walk the best I know
Until it's clinched the recalcitrant trophy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem