there are always other
more important things to do
always
when things fail always there
will always be
substitutes and alternatives
and options
one cannot just sit down and
let the moss grow upon
his skin
let the rain drown you with
its coldness
there are always paths that bend
and twist and
part
one cannot just resign in the
pains of
hopelessness
that is what life is all about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem