Sometimes when you stumble and fall...
The scrapes and bruises make you bawl.
You feel like you are ready to surrender.
Then you rally when you start remember.
Taking charge of what you rightfully own...
Learn self-respect and the ability to hone.
Sharpen and fine-tune your amazing talents.
Wipe off the mud and smooth out the dents.
Amen.....wish I was there....take that leap....sometimes the dropp is even steap...But better in the long hall....to pick yourself up after you fall: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know this repetitive lesson, well worthwhile - and wonderfully told! ! !