I met a man
with magic eyes
wearing a face
that was disguise.
He dropped his mask
just once or twice.
I knew he was
a two edged knife.
And I have bled,
and tears I've shed.
Life is a losing game.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Classical concept put in most succinct form. My father has said to me " life is about losing." too, (not the most popular concept) and it has never sat well with me- interesting that you reiterate this!
Many thanks for your comment. Regards Sally.