An Untold Story

Father used to tell me,

Life is like riding a bike,

Understand how to balance it,

And you'll go far ahead,

Of course it was a time ago,

When the old voice was guiding my steps,

But now he's somewhere far away,

No more guiding, perhaps just watching from above,

Although the bitter memory is kept on my mind,

I would still smile for the time that I have,

We need to live, we need to succeed,

That's life, a rhythm of journey that won't stop,

Until the last breath is exhaled...