I'm not sure how long we'll last
For dust is to dirt as dirt is to grass
But, grass is greener on the other side, no?
I suppose from afar it might seem so.
I'm not one to count a chicken unhatched
For dust is to dirt as dirt is to grass
The miniscule time will come and pass
For dust is to dirt as dirt is to grass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem