Life is a breeze
Breathed into our nostrils
Life is a theatre
Where actors play their scripts
And merely walk away
Life is like tide and market
That come and go
Life is a football pitch where
Players struggle to entertain
And after 90 minutes
The final whistle is blown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Edward for taking time to read this poem. I appreciate.