Those who think, feel and care
Can never be really happy,
For they know
That no matter where they go
They will not adapt,
To the hard, rude reality
Of imperfection, selfishness
And deception,
Practiced by others,
Who set up their scenario of hate
Where no love
Or consideration ever gathers.
True happiness is impossible in this imperfect world..nice one
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I would like to translate this poem
Happiness will be achieved but by mans hands, there is always a rude...hateful...callous person or persons that have no problem ruining another’s moment, day or life, the opinionated commenter who finds fault below is a prime example of those of whom you pen, I liked your points made and furthermore...they fit well in poetry
Typo, but not by mans hands