They said if I don’t study day and night
Later in life I would suffer
And the only job I would get was
Lifting stones at nearby Crusher
Friends often admired
My cuts, pulls and rare exquisite stroke
But then they told me openly
In school grades, I am a broke
I could impress girls
With my dribbling skills at hockey
Although my built was
On the side of slightly stocky
Bunked lectures in college
And once in a while got into a fight
Studied only on exam eves
Took ticketless travel as my birthright
I remained frustratingly unemployed
For a brief amount of time
And with some struggle and luck
Finally could find my line
I may not own a flashy car
And not a star which shines bright
But so far in my life
I am doing just all right
In the playground of life
Right attitude always will work
My position in life
Can’t just be a mere stroke of luck
Hence to all you folks out there
I have a suggestion
Let the kids be them
Don’t burden them with high expectation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a casual and thoughtful poem..lovely to read..very well written....10