Now I bite my way into the third dream
Not by crook
But by the exhausting hook
With aching heart I step into this nightmare
This was not the dream I anticipated
Frankly, I wish it was only a dream
Life is a cast dice
Today my effort did not give me a six
Nevertheless tomorrow’s luck
Dwells in the womb of today’s cast
Take my dice and cast
Oh Lord I beseech you
For my hands are too feeble to make a six
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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