Some people they will die rich
While many more will die broke and poor
Though at the end of life we will all meet
At the entrance to the very same door,
We have no choice to the life that is given us
We choose not were to be born only were to die
The road and paths we choose are not our decision
So we either ignore it or happily we will comply,
I have never walked in another man shoes
Nor have I wanted another man to walk in mine
I accept the life that I am living for myself
And in life my living is how I will be defined.
We none choose our own beginning
Into this world we enter it with sadness or hope
A decision must be made only by ourselves
Will we win and survive or we will lie down and cope,
The pain and scars from life are our badges
I too have been tempted, but happily I walked away
All that I am I have made it for myself
So I live so I can walk and fight another day,
Some people they are born very happy
While some people are born very sad
But still the very same raindrops they will fall
Upon the heads of the heartbroken and the glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people they are born very happy While some people are born very sad But still the very same raindrops they will fall Upon the heads of the heartbroken and the glad Beautiful!