There are days of great frustration
when you want to do something, but can’t.
The more you try the worse it gets,
not giving up you keep trying repeatedly
only just to get the same reply.
The more you yank at your hair,
the balder you get,
until finally your iron will snaps
and you say that is that,
I will come back another day
and try all over again.
Hopefully I will have more success then
with fingers and anything else you can cross.
It is your only hope for survival
from the frustration that you feel.
12 November 2009
But if it was, I can assure you that the popups are still fully functional, because one just split my comment into halves, lol.
Boy does this sound familiar. I know what it reminds me of; just not sure if that's what you had in your mind at the time, (smile) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hah - David you have just described my feelings toward P.H. for the past couple of days - at long last I can now read and comment again - - thanks for voicing what I have been thinking......10 from Fay