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 very big stone

How do I move away, from this miserable zone?

When a curved ball hits you, through a trick or a con

Remember the good days, when the sun always shone

Go forward with the belief, that you already have won

The best advice I can give, is to keep on – keeping on

Michael Sage