Whether sliding to the bottom.
Or climbing from it,
To reach the top.
It's seldom easy doing either.
When one's efforts endeavored,
Maintains initiative.
With little rest to get.
Or a ceaseless motivation,
Unrelenting to permit it.
No matter who critiques,
The one not eating to think...
About sleep or thoughts,
Others with judgements...
Will always have to pass.
It's seldom easy,
Listening to others...
Who perceive themselves to be,
The judge 'and' jury.
And,
The only ones on Earth...
Anyone would kill to please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem