It sure is a long way down off the bed, when you slip in an awkward way,
Then realize when think and can't walk, your chair is on the other side;
Then you soon hurt every where, for a moment you feel you need to stay;
Cause a break feels it happened, as you fell hard, not just a slow slide.
It sure is a long way to get to the top, as the mountaineer struggles slow,
Slowly each step upon slippery rock, he wonders if he should dare;
But each minute, each inch, he gets closer, the mountain top does show
Then at last he does it, he arrives, then is glad he is at last there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem