why on days of such celebration
do bad things happen
its like when a baby is born and you celebrate
and when a person dies you have a sence of remorse or sadness
its like a rainy cloud on a sunny day
they are there at the same time but also seperate....: ( :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's life, that's how God made it, we put up with it!