Death
For the fact of life
To be worth a dime
Which rings the chimes
Were over
And when you know
You can't swim,
Which of you don't
You got drown in the rider
For sweet indeed is the honey
But not the bees you'ill be sorry
If u touch the have you will tarry
For the pain you will make hurray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem