I have finally come of age
Where in misery i had walked
Through the desolate path i chose
That which verily leads to home
The labyrinth of life itself was it
Which of all i painfully trudged
At me were stones and insults thrown
By boisterous lads who lastly laughed
Upon my head did curses rain
Like arrows shot from near afar
My calloused skin did sorrow pierce
Still yet i went with shoulders high
Of heavy stones was pregnant long - I?
Miscarriage of burden impossible thus
In mournful existence i sorely doubt
If ever God mirrored a life well spent
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I would like to translate this poem
Good writenice use of words