Life, they say, if full of wonder;
Mine is full of storm and thunder.
Life, they say, is a tuneful song;
Shrieks discordant mine do throng.
Life, they say, with honey drips;
Mine, my tears is made to sip.
Life, they say, in nectar wades;
Sunk in poison mine is laid.
Life, they say, is heavenly bliss;
Mine is mobbed by snakes that hiss.
Life, they say, is paeans' surge;
Mine is but a woeful dirge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that's a pessimist for sure Dr., but from an 'optimistic point of view', this poem is of someone - 'Other than you'... Great read! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad