We work to live and live to die;
We work so hard and just get by.
We live our lives from day to day;
There is no time to stop and play.
We never rest until the end;
Our bodies age and never mend.
We grind our bodies to the ground
Until we lay beneath a mound.
i found your comment to vanessa hughes' a fishy tale and decided to take a look at you. this poem of yours is well done; i enjoyed it for it's brevity and rhyming and storytelling, BUT, if i were prone to depression, it might depress me to think you really feel this way about life. i trust these are not your personal feelings. in any case i enjoyed reading it. now go outside and 'PLAY'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nine years after my first comment, I'm looking forward to my end. ;) bri