What a tease our lives can be
To promise joy so frequently
Then so oft to take away
And give, instead, a rainy day.
So soon a simile gently passes
To be lost among the masses
Making love a fleeting thing
And life without, deep suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love dis staff,,,,,,,it went straight to my nerves