How do you know what's at the bottom
Till you are down there to see
But getting there is a slippery slope
And friends you will lose probably.
But worry I will not, just need to cast them off
Like a snake that sheds its skin
How else am I supposed to grow and lose the stress I feel
That's how we move on and up the life of wheel
I try to debate and have a good laugh
Its not my fault when you read it your mood is grim
But when they react like a playground brat throwing comments out from the past
It has no relevancy on now, I've moved on and left the class.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent prose and poignant. Regards Craig