Tougher Times Ahead Poem by Kensley Charlemagne
Tougher Times Ahead
A road to nowhere
I walk the street of stone
A journey all my own
A callous soul I bear
Shall I petition share?
Tougher times ahead
I see tougher times ahead
A cry in the wilderness
What shall I have for bread?
The barren soil won’t tell.
An empty belly shell
May soon begin to smell.
Tougher times ahead
I see tougher times ahead
Am I chasing illusions?
Is there water up ahead?
My tongue begins to swell.
How parched should one man get
Before he goes to hell?
Tougher times ahead
I see tougher times ahead
This road to nowhere
Does it have an end?
This road to nowhere
Does it have an end?
This road to nowhere.
My character, my toughness
Heartical. Look up. Look up!
‘I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
From whence cometh my help.’
Thanks Aldrich. Comments like yours and other that I have gotten give me confidence to post more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 8:54:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, it is worth all the sacrifice. Tougher times ahead I see tougher times ahead Your vision is alright. The world is passing through economic turmoil. No quick remedy, it seems.