Filling many stages with unkind thoughts and deeds, fighting
always to stay alive and sit on top for a while.
There is always something being carried on, filling senses
and bringing about the hour of greatest need.
Falling into snares and traps, everyone finds some small
place in life to call their own, only to find later on, that
it must be shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem