I climbed a rocky hill one day
To conquer each gradation
My will became the strongest way
To match determination
I could have walked for city blocks
Without such irritation
But in the course of fighting rocks
I found my explanation
They say that rocks make rocky roads
And rocky roads are rough
For rocky roads and heavy loads
Make going very tough
But even when you walk alone
Through every huff and puff
You learn to conquer every stone
If you persist enough
When tribulations trouble you
Lake late-night cuckoo clocks
Experience will pull you through
Each time that trouble knocks
The obstacles we face in life
Are really building blocks
So if your life is full of strife
Go climb a hill of rocks!
The obstacles we face in life Are really building blocks So if your life is full of strife Go climb a hill of rocks! You have a talent for finding good endings for all your poems, at least all the ones I have read so far. Keep up the good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True! I just climbed up a rocky ridge yesterday. Always enjoy it and the view from up top is the best. Life's rocks are much harder than the literal ones. But you're right - if you conquer them the results are sweet. You might like to read Seamus O Brian's recent poem which is in a similar theme. Can't remember the title, but if you click most recently added it's sure to be near the top. Laurie