On any given day in life
your dreams may wither and die;
rains may come to ruin your parade
and leave you to wonder why.
The questions you ask are bound to flow
but the answers are only for you to know.
So hang on for the ride and hang on tight
life only rewards those up for a fight.
For there in each dawn's early light
life's crossroads boil down to you;
it's a 'sink or swim' kind of moment
asking what YOU are going to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem