Take the daily bread of life you're given,
Sometimes you overtoast your slice and get burnt,
Other times you use to much butter,
Every bad word sticks and people you hurt.
But if you don't like your given slice,
Take it back and change it for another,
This time, scrape off the burn't bits and skip the butter
See, at the start, we're all given the same slice of life
How everything turns out -
Well, it depends on what you do with your slice
19/12/05.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is cute, I guess you could see life like this