Torn socks, worn and frayed,
on weary feet they stayed
sweated shirt, stained and smelly,
the struggle is real, it's not a deli.
Thick blood, flowing from a wound,
a symbol of strength, never subdued
human struggle, a constant fight,
but we keep pushing with all our might.
Thicks and thins Of Life....the title of the poem solicited me to go through this poem. Your expression..'Thick blood, flowing from a wound, a symbol of strength, never subdued' is the whole substance of this poem....Appreciated.
This is wonderfully brilliant and perfect.... thank u.... friend...
The fight is daily for a bright future. Never shall we give up. Nice poem.
'blood flowing' may be a symbol of 'strength' to someone, sometimes, but it sounds a bit odd to me. And life may be a 'struggle' at times, but not equally for all people. Come on, 'God', be fair. : ( bri
I would say 'sweaty shirt'. I sometimes wear a 'sweat shirt' or 'sweat pants' to bed at night, and at other times. I like '.....smelly, the struggle is real, it's not a deli...' though it's meaning is questionable. ;))) bri
(cont.) But I have heard the expression/phrase 'through thick and thin': To stay with someone or something "through thick and thin" is to persevere through good times as well as bad: "She stood beside her friend through thick and thin."
Asim, I don't recall ever hearing 'thicks' or 'thins' used as English words. Well, there used to be a tasty cracker with the name 'Wheat Thins', yum. (cont.)
Keep pushing with all our might is the best lesson out of this brilliantly written poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes thru thick and thins of life.