There are two different kinds of pairs,
They wanted to make their life fair,
Husband drives a car for a day,
Wife drives a car for a day,
They sit very stiffly in the car.
While they cross the bridge, not far,
The carpenter travels by bicycle with his wife.
His wife sits at the back, Sharing life,
The carpenter cracks jokes; the wife laughs,
His daily wage might be just half, Meanwhile, the other pair earns more,
Yet they both yearn for what's in store,
The first pair wishes for the simple life,
The second pair dreams of wealth and strife.
Then what is life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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