the hardships in life,
never seem to end
its always trouble
the strongest man who pretends
a glamour of peace...
and on the other hand,
its a maze in which im left lost
i giveup or win,
i would still have to pay the cost..
the thrill was the spice
till it lost its taste...
there is hope and will
through effort wont go to waste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem