I climbed a mountain when I was a kid
but half way up I wanted to quit.
My father told me, “No son, no,
I won’t let’cha do it
there’s no way! ”
“You’ll never be happy if you stop half way.”
Since then there have been many valleys and many hills.
I’ve risen to heights,
I’ve fallen to depths
and so many times I’ve given up, gone home, and quit.
My father was right though, and so,
tomorrow I climb on.
This one’s for you Dad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem