When did life become a catch two two-
a damned if you don't or if you do
ordeal we lose to win and win to lose
regardless of the avenue you choose?
Time was, you clocked sufficient wage
to underwrite a mate, support a dotage
with every riff a pension could provide
with some left over for deserving kin.
No one grumbled 'I remember when...'
Life was simple, life was dignified,
and reasonable life precludes a Why?
hands held in imprecation to the sky
and questions that blow idly in the wind
that fewer replies the more they query, find
till they conclude as some already have,
there is no peace on earth but in the grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem