The body is a martyr
By and by, by and by.
No use to beg and barter
By and by, by and by.
A spendthrift, we all use it
By and by, by and by.
Contort it and abuse it
By and by, by and by.
So on the stake, we leave it
By and by, by and by.
Lament, only to grieve it
By and by, by and by.
At my age, I can literally feel this poem......................
Abuse provokes thought and gives agony in mind. This poem is amazingly drafted and shared here is wise one.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An aging poem. Yes, the body is exactly that...but a wonderful one as well.