l walked on the sidewalk not too long
ago with my hands tucked in my pocket
and l realised that they were dry.there is
a way to walk when u have nothing in your
pocket and l think it reflected that day.
In the space of time, l found myself on the
path of regret for my poor life.How could l
have made it better, it shouldnt be this way
and a host of things were what l pondered
over.
Falling down with hands firmly shielded in
the pocket brings to mind one of the worst
kinds of injuries one could incur.The source
of defence which is the hands is disabled and
then the unexpected happens, just think about it.
But l want u to realise that in life, the best prize
it has to offer is the chance to work hard at work
worth doing and u can only succeed when u ve
tried over and over again.If u should fail there,
leave it for the IMMORTAL ONE.be HAPPY.
Kwesi Heneben.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like your poem, and ur right u have to keep trying, that is the key.