hold on, grip
u're nights seem so dark
and days full of bad luck
but hold on to your gripe
sooner or later you'll reap
with clenched a fist
hold on to your list
of mountains to climb
just stay cool like a abraham's lamb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah thats the spirit, I learnt to laugh in grief so nice positive keep positive sense in poetry