Hard way always the only way
Here is not bed of roses
The place full of sharps of the forest
The stomach of the wilderness, the base of desolate
The firewood of this world is for those who can gather it
Alas! we and the labouring world are passing by amid
Men soul that waver and give place
No where as unfriendly as here
If I turn here rain beats me and there sun touches me
Life is ephemeral, we are limited with the affairs
If the cause of rainfall cease to be cloudy weather
Now we all lied that hard way is the only way
Unhappy though we are of our seasonless trial
But yet must we give it all the best at hand
If hard way is the only way, then hard way our way
Hard way our only way. bruised though we must be
Hard way we require.
Written by; Ipaye Olawole Peter
djurist@yahoo.com
Date; 13 june 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the stark side of life life is struggle, struggle is life