I once awoke in a fury, and my mind was in a hurry.
All life is bleak and bleary.
The body is weak and the soul can be weary.
For all of mankind is in chaos theory.
I hope this poem isn't too dreary.
But we can't all be light and cheery.
Living life for so long has made me somewhat leery.
But alas my dark feelings come to pass and I'm no longer teary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem