Life is none but a winding road,
Filled with questions and confusion
Keeping to its own little code.
Many are lost at the beginning of there journey,
From court to case to civil attorney.
We are all beginners when we first hit the road,
Choose a path, or a path of our own.
The journey long, the trail differs,
Some fall from there path and are lost as drifters.
The trail you take may be a challenge at best,
For this is the trial to pass the test.
To win in the challenge of the game of life,
To fight even when the world seems to be turning colder.
Whether you pass or give up,
Lyes in the eyes of the beholder.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like the message in this, the metaphor for what we all must go through on our path, I once had an idea for something similar but I never really completed it, I think you did a great job thoughtful AND funny (love the closing of the first stanza) A great read