With me it's always something.
Life is never very stable. Can't seem to stay on top.
Just when I feel like I am, there's a sudden drop.
As soon as I solve one problem another one is right behind.
There's no end to the struggle.
None, that I can find.
I try to keep my head up.
Try to shrug off the blues.
But lately they've over taken me.
I don't know what to do.
One set back after another.
How many more can there be?
Oh! Why did I ever ask that?
I'm afraid to even see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very bold confession. And you have been used to deriving pleasure out of so many obstacles. Truely exemplary for those who cry over prettyset backs. Regards- Pradeep