Clear that brush,
From your own path.
Chip to diminish each obstacle.
Fall to your knees if you have to in frustration.
Shed a few tears and get back on your feet.
Lift up your head and dare to become defeated.
The Sun will shine and you will know suddenly...
Those efforts you make,
Are more than enough to continue on your way.
And keep moving.
Stay to complain each day when it rains...
And clouds will follow you.
That's what they do...
To ensure you are soaked in sorrow.
Seeking to find gloom...
You from them can borrow.
And you will share that with others.
Who will try to convince you,
There is nothing like wallowing away in grief!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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