Elusive stays the joy one wants always,
Though youngsters plan for better times in life;
Most labor goes awaste in earthly maze;
Ill-luck becomes a partner in all strife.
Prolonged attempts at accomplishments, wanes;
Long hours of preparation ends in vain;
Life takes them into many narrow lanes;
Their future leads to anguish and much pain.
Not all can win a rosy future fast;
But some can blame their not preparing well;
The question-banks are confusing and vast;
Their earthly life appears at times like hell.
Prepare for competitions pretty hard;
Failures are common making some a bard!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-02-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem