Every time something i want to achieve
Every chance for something i percieve
Every now and then my luck turns hard
Every Time it costs regard.
Never it runs smooth
Never it defends my creed
Never it let me be freed
Never it let me take the best
Always i have to escape for the rest
Always i feels like a dish not fit for gods
Always i think it to hone
Always i gave it the pius zone
Perhaps it was all my mistakes
Perhaps there should be a retake
Perhaps it should not be
Perhaps every time and always i should and must believe in me..
A self-introspection of feelings that come out in the form of a nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps it was all my mistakes Perhaps there should be a retake Perhaps it should not be Perhaps every time and always. every time my luck turns hard..... wonderful poem. thinking of self and the determination to change . tony