From our cradles to our graves We learn a little bit about life Simply because we think we have Learned more and more in our years, In fact, we only learn a little Bit about our whole life, We experience our life differently Depending on its bitter or sweet Tastes anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Some experience life nicely because They were born with the luxury spoons In their mouths and they taste life Differently from their birth to their death, Some experience life badly simply They were born with their pains and their Accompany them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Some live on the go because they don't What is life and what is its experience, To most of us, life and its experience are No more than tools of pains and sufferings, We were born to suffer and to experience These permanent and everlasting tortures, We were not born rich or poor, literate or Illiterate, weak or able-bodied, but we were Zeros on the left side of any number anytime, so We're merely like grains of sands flying in A desert or we're merely drops of rains in a dry land.
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Sometimes life can be hard but it can make us enjoy it more when it is good. A great poem.