The problem was once,
But once it's share
It releases a life of despair,
The happiness fills the void that's left,
Moving in and out so fast,
It eases the pain but not as fast,
The pain is never to be lost
The work never proves to fail,
But only makes a newer trail.
A trail that's not as beaten,
Always troubled and not believed in,
The work is hard
But hard breaks even,
For only once
Will it break even?
But that even
Is not to be lost,
Just like the pain
It leaves a mark.
That even puts you at rest
And it makes you
Work hard
Hard till rest.
But once your days
Are almost over
That Even,
That pain,
Will put you in
A happy rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem