Trap Poem by Lev Brekhman
Trap
This is a natural pastime:
We all are striving for perfection.
If imperfections cost a dime,
We would be rich, and no question.
So - getting poorer is good?
We lose an imperfection - happy!
For thought, maybe, is here food.
Why is a man in striving trapped?
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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