Why i lost my time, lost my pride and lose my figth
Why i work like jack, feed like quack and still wear rags
Why i skip the test, leave the rest and fail in quest
What makes the world corrupt and then come shot of grace of God
What increases our plite, reduces our ligth and fail us in life
What makes you give up, feel stress up and never look up
I am so weak, feeling sick and nothing to lick
I thinks of works in my thoughs and couldnt sort
I am impatience i couldnt maintien just to sustain
You look caring, loving and pleasing
You are impatience couldnt pray and stay just to make your days
You try to calm down things slow down and you feel you are down
Because of impatience our plans sing, dreams sting, and wealth ming
Because of impatience we are losers, we are lower and even lesser
Because of impatience we are unable to prepared our table before the nobles
Just because of impatience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem