Moments that are tough
And the moments that you are buff
The nights that you try
And the nights that you cry
You have to go through this
If you want victory to kiss
There are no elevators to success
You have to take the stairs
It is true
That the bitter roots disgust you
But you’ll really know how honeyed it is
Ones you get the taste of its bliss
by: indoromeo007@hotmail.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem