why do we try
so hard not to die?
when every day we cry
or sigh?
days pass us by,
a quick hello, goodbye
so why do we try
so hard not to die?
worrying about health
fretting about wealth
when we all get ill
and the occasional bill
the lack of sleep
that makes us weep
we chase our dreams
or thats how it seems
who is a friend?
is it a person from whom we lend?
who is the enemy?
is it the people who dont have two pennys?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its instinctive that we try not to die amidst life's ups and downs, to triumph though death is inevitable! High marks.