The ups and downs of the road
Are not enough
The crookedness of the path
Holds no mystery
The toughness of it all
Is difficult to understand
The feelings of yesterday
All washed away by today’s fears
Life in its own I can’t understand
The paleness of its all, I cannot tell
But if there’s one thing I know, it’s this:
No matter how rough, how tough
It doesn’t matter how tedious, how crooked
It doesn’t matter how painful, grievous
My life in itself is a tale to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It doesn’t matter how tedious, how crooked It doesn’t matter how painful, grievous My life in itself is a tale to tell. well done.. its really heartfelt type, , thoughful and sweet written poem about you tale of life.. the pain can be felt if read seriously.. you did a great job and its meaningful and very prefessionally done..make up of the poem is melodic..and intersting too...