Stepped eight without choice
Direct on toe others
Threatening stare
Angry shouts
A vicious shove
On vertebrae landed full
Good Lord! Will this cup pass over?
Come too far to surrender
Surrender? Never!
Only for weaklings
Good things are paid for
With money, sweat, time or blood.
(Sunday 5th May,1996)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Surrender! ! ! ! Never! ! Moving on with the truth; Without giving up. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you. Remain blessed.