Weâve  all had times, when the going gets tough
The smooth ride suddenly, feels bumpy and rough
The good times are gone, itâs all rather gruff
You let out a sigh and exclaim â âIâve had enoughâ
We are all entitled at times, to gripe and to moan
Whatâs happened to my life, you say with a groan?
My backpack seems weighed down, by a big heavy stone
How do I move away, from this miserable zone?
When a curved ball hits you, and you feel all alone
Remember the good days, when the sun always shone
Go forward in faith, that you’ve already won
Hold to the course, and keep on keeping on
Michael Sage