After climbing up this far,
I can tell you one truth,
It has never been as I expected.
They told me I would get way up
And get to the crossroad of love
Then turn into the highway to heaven.
I have walked myself tired,
Cried myself to sleep daily.
When I askef him how far it was
Till we get to the crossing,
I got one lame answer
'I know nothing about no crossroads.'
He said that, turned and fell into a deep sleep.
What was I to do on this lonely lane.
I'm still crying for the emptiness,
Left me feeling I was so close.
If only he had tried harder.
I would also sleep on a wad of notes,
And not feel cheated out of a jackpot, when I could smell the wealth, for I could almost touch it.
What was my loss left an aftertaste
For they say you hit a jackpot once.
If selfishness could be banned,
I would be first to pass the law
That bans it from relationships
And sink it in the furthest ocean.
In the afterlife I will return
With a vengeance fully
Equipped to join
The winning party.
I will call the shots and throw the shot put, for I am tired of being a push over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem