If I fall
Like that Trojan wall,
I'll bounce back as a FIFA ball,
Cast off the guilty pall,
Upon mercy and grace I'll rise tall
And return to the sound of my call.
Life is a treasure mall
Never a soup of gall;
Why whine that I can't have it all
When I'm an heir in the paradise hall.
20-04-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem