Slipping and sliding down pathways of life, feeling the
bumps and pot holes at times, causing detours to living,
going forward anyway.
Always looking for exits or entrances hidden along the
way, wanting to find ways around or through them, hoping
to take steps in order to overcome whatever it is.
Prayers sometimes answered, other times hanging my head
in a lonely depair, knowing there will be no help bring-
ing me back on track.
Having faith and hope to keep me alert and more aware of
everything that's happening at any given moment during
the time of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem