Real Days Of Life Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Days sever and combine At the same time... There are days for happiness, but There are for sadness anytime... Days carry inside them, Like our real cells, A lot of different things, Good or bad, Lovely or unlovely, Poverty or richness, and Prosperity or misery To us anytime... We are sometimes squeezed By days either To be or to be not... We are sometimes good allies to our days, but We are often bad allies to our days... Days can do what they want and We only suffer from these them... _______________________________________________________________________