The life of mine
Is a life nobody could define
They think they know
But prejudice is what they throw
They say they care
But all they do is sit and stare
The life of mine
Is an agony without whine
And they think I'm fine
Lovely poem embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Sam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes... true. nice poem