What is life but a bumpy ride,
A journey from here to the other side,
Trying our best to maintain our pride
While knowing we don't know it all;
Sometimes we step on the other guy's toes,
Because we know better whatever he knows,
That may not be true, and our ignorance shows
It's not easy admitting we're wrong;
I've said some things that I shouldn't have said,
And now I am sleeping alone in my bed,
Playing them over inside of my head,
Wondering what did I gain?
Life has moved on and I'm getting older,
Friendships I've lost make the world a bit colder,
Now when I cry no one lends me a shoulder.....
Victory's hollow rewards?
It's time to mend fences and swallow my pride,
Admit that I'm sorry and hurting inside,
It may not be easy, but I'll know I tried
To put things to rest after all;
For carrying grudges brings nothing but pain,
Wasting good time standing out in the rain,
While old friends move on, and what did I gain?
Time spent alone with myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem