I need you to follow this road,
A bumpy one in fact,
If you help me out,
We can make a pact.
This road I call life,
Has many routs,
Some bad, some good,
But almost all make us pout.
So pick one,
That suites you,
That you can handle,
You can't loose.
Make a pact,
And group together,
Take a rest,
One after another.
Excellent once more, Robert! I, myself, think that pout fits best with the idea of the poem. I like the original word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again great work. Keep up the good work. Jesus loves you and your family, never forget that.