We’ve  all had times, when the going gets tough
The smooth ride suddenly, feels bumpy and rough
The good times are gone, it’s all rather gruff
You let out a sigh and exclaim – “I’ve had enough”

We are all entitled at times, to gripe and to moan
What’s 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