I see the trail ahead of me,
though light is growing dim;
my faithful hoss will get me there;
I can depend on him.
We've got to make it up this hill;
we're still far from the top.
We have to keep a-movin', though;
we can't afford to stop.
So, onward, ever onward, boy;
there is no going back.
The speed is not important, boy;
just be on the right track.
Your biography is very interesting, full of surprises and adventure. Your poems are also inspiring.
To the Terrific Trio who have let comments so far, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No going back, it is not possible also.