On My Own Two Feet

When I first learned to walk, On my own two feet... Immediately appeared, Tremendous challenges... As I fell repeatedly, To crawl and accept... Life to live was meant, To do it with determination. And less to make excuses. Hoping them heard, Would have someone rush... To assist my not giving up. And today... Those obstacles and challenges, I seem more to face... Come from the ones, Who have given up. And determined to discourage, My thoughts to think. Or refuse to feel that way. It took me too long to enjoy, Standing tall and walking alone On my own two feet. Not seeking to be assisted.