I sink to the bottom sad and alone.
I reach for the top but fall to the floor.
I try again and again but I just get worse.
Still I keep my faith and find myself bathe in dirt.
I climb, climb, climb up the wall,
but fall down deep back into the hole.
I lay there for decades,
till I decay with other bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem