Why do things always go wrong for me
It is like William Shakespeare is the
author of my tragic life
Everything was going so well
until I got the vial of poison
that ended a chapter in my life
I am only denied simple things
I never ask for the complex things
You do when you are young
but then the reality of the situation
sets in and you realize what
you can really have for yourself
I'm no heir to no republican bureaucratic throne
I'm not a person who looks to better myself
in ways that would make me rich beyond my wildest dreams
Why would I do that
That would just make another person poorer
and we should all have the ability to survive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a noble poem filled with true human feeling and truth how some have all others not much but on we go what choice is ther? a fine poem