Are you feeling down?
Has your face given way to a frown?
Has your flowers wilted to a dismal brown?
Don’t you ever wear a crown?
Do you feel that in problems you drown?
You’re not alone. Use this bitter experience to relate and comfort others in similar circumstances.
No happiness, no money no love
Feel being ignored
Pass, next?
This concludes this poem about:
Carnivores ashmores sophomores (huh?)
And more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem