They say:
Life's a gift.
I say:
I'm so sorry,
I was not born yet
To deny or admit.
Definitely.
They say:
Life's a stage.
I say:
Life's a step forward, rather.
In a stairway leading somewhere
That leads somewhere further
In a continuum ad infinitum.
They say:
Life's a paradise.
I say:
For those who throw dice
And get in their wealthy net$
A lot more than they expect.
Unlike us poor dreamy folks
Who get determinately choked
By false virtue not by true vice.
They say:
Life's an illusion.
I say:
Life is
As solid as a tree;
As fluid as a river;
As cold as a shiver;
As real as you and me.
As livable as it could be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely and truthful write. A clear picture away from the Illusions