the game
grows tiresome.
the players
grow weary
of asinine rules
enforced by braying
ignorant fools.
the game
has but one objective
and that is
to survive,
to see another day.
the game
grows tiresome.
the players
want to take their ball
and
go
home.
(Chu Lai RVN 11-23-1968)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this inspiring and very true about life. Almost everyone is trying to survive, but instead of that...why don't we live instead of survive? Keep on, please.