All in all, before the fall,
I laughed and had a ball.
And if I stall, well after all,
I'll take a curtain call.
Life can take a lot of gall.
We walk. At times we crawl.
We struggle so and often brawl
with backs pinned to the wall.
One thing I know is standing tall
before the shrouded pall.
Somewhere awaits a shining hall.
This life cannot be all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life can take a lot of gall! ! Nice piece of work.
Thanks Edward.