I am held together by pieces of string
That fray with each step taken
My once great strength has long since faded
My muscles are burning, my bones are aching
Yet I struggle forth tired and jaded, I struggle forth tired and jaded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first four lines are excellant. The repetition is also a device I favor. I find this to be a fair poem and delightful to read. I shall merit it a solid 8.