The animals, the flowers, the insects and all nature in the world,
Makes me happy,
But the death of someone I love,
The death of an animal,
And a friend upset,
All make me sad,
Because a life of death and sadness isn’t really worth living,
Yet here we are in a world of poverty, death and sadness,
I just don’t get it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All your poems are a nice slice of real life and the changing of friends and growing up...frustrations, pain, and love included...keep writing...Coach