Same book, same story,
We live and we die
Yet people wonder why
Poetry sounds the same
Same book, same story,
We love and we hate
Life’s constants only
Gives us but two fates
Same book, same story
Two roads to take:
Hell’s pain, heaven’s glory
Small and great,
Same book, same story
Happy and sad,
For the grown man or lad
Same book, same story,
We live and we die
Yet people wonder why
Poetry sounds the same
Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem