Went up this mountain of life
Captivated enchanted by its beauty
Shed all my inhibitions there on the summit
And forgot my way down
Lurching, head first, stumbling, hurting, rolling
I kept loosing my way
Bloodied wounded scratched hurt
I wound up near the foothills of life
Turned my gaze on the now far off summit
Saw my inhibitions dancing merrily
Amongst the high clouds of murderous pride…
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I would like to translate this poem
...WOW! Great composition! ... you are blessed to hv been up there.. life is all about picking yourself up from the dust.. looking up at the summit and climbing the mountain again and yet again! ! ! thanks for sharing this!