Its vain stoking embers
sans any spark to ignite
Just societal obligations
which no longer excite
Try seeking improbable
for behavior to amend
Resolving acts illogical
own sanity you defend
Coming to cross bridges
apt end may not mean
What begets the future
is unknown to be seen
Life is sort of a jumble
tad motley mixed bag
its upbeat on occasions
but often proves a drag
Captive of own doings
one can’t even perceive
It’s none but yourself
attempting to deceive
Better it is to move on
than be in a losing fray
That robs one of verve
with a dear price to pay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, thanks, I like it.