Every day, there are things I say
Every night, there are dreams I play
Every dawn, there in silence I pray
Every dusk, there are fears I fray.
Every path that I walked, life threw bricks
I‘d to suffer stones, kicks and sticks
I'm wounded I know, but their sticks are broken too
No one creates my fate, only I do.
But from start to the end
No matter what I pretend
I reckon I'm headed the right way
Every time, everyday.
Life is woven with sorrow and delight. Your path will be smooth soon..Wonderful!
very nice poem, the idea is excellent and the craft is in high class, above a very nice poem i like it......
I'm wounded I know, but their sticks are broken too very strong...n beautiful...
Your life indeed will be colorful, Successful...A fine read..keep it up... Congrats..
really feeling great reading ur work.... class apart..... u rock
whether u think u can or u cannot, u r right.. ' only u can create ur fate wow...i liked dat very much..... their sticks r broken too dat too is grt.... so u fought back.... grt poem.... best wishes on ur next poem...
awesome poem reflects your high spirit and strong personaloity
Hello teenager! What an idea on which you have written this poem! We alone create our fate. Welldone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a brilliant poem with a good flow. keep it up. may god bless u