Bruised, stunned and emaciated
But coast swept of danger
Willing soul aid weak body
Sail on!
Lift my old components for final onslaught
And it wobbles and wobbles unsteadily
Wobble on boy, wobble on
Though fatigued
Wobble on to success
Dry bones surely shall live again.
(Sunday 5th May,1996)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bruised! ! ! ! ! Tortured! ! But with determination! Hope! ! ! ! ! ! ! Faith of life; Still sailing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Refusing to give up. Thanks