Life is always cruel
To each man in its own way
It metes out sorrow
To one and all
Some a portion small
Some a large
Life is always cruel
If it gives ten of happiness
There’ll be one which
Takes the joy out of nine
It is a stern teacher
Who never likes
To see a happy face
Life is always cruel
Whether you’re rich or poor
Makes no difference
Each man is given a thorn
Along with the rose he got
Look at those around you
Who’ve been under a heavy hand
Help wipe their blood and sweat
You’ll find your sorrows vanish
And Life will find its match in you!
Enjoyable poem. You have to traed your own path regardless.10 Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i read you with a thorn in the heart... shall we call it life..........