Is there a time
for everything?
If so I never saw
the right ones -
the good times, if you
know what I mean
The bad ones
on the other hand are aplenty
and never late
in appearing
What is my life
is the first thing
that comes to mind every
morning I wake up
and turn to
the clock to find out what
time of the day it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem