Hard luck days befalling us all, better days ahead is what
we continue to tell ourselves, waiting is all that's ever
done though.
Goals waver and fade in and out through no fault of our
own, life promises us nothing no matter what we choose to
do.
Therefore, we are always on our own, hoping for a break or
some lucky charm to change our lives for the better, know-
ing in the end it's all up to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem