Their were times I regretted
That I decided to take this path
And felt lonely because no one was on it.
But still kept on going with it
Hoping I would get somewhere
But feeling like their was no end
And wishing that I would get their someday.
Sometimes I saw houses and wished I could
Settle down with people that lived their
But still carried on with the journey.
Those that took the Path with me
Were far ahead and out of sight.
Alone I tread the path and kept on
Walking in the day, and night.
Believing that when their is life
Their is hope.
But as I continued, the path became longer
And too hot to walk on in the day
And too risky to rest in the night
And the torment increased daily
And I continued to ask myself
If I will ever indeed make it to the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem