grab the latest
story, not fiction
people are plastic
write it
on your forehead
learn from them
listen, talk, be merry
when the hour comes
leave as though you
know no one
as thought there
was really no party
or meeting
miss them because you
learn a lot from them
this social ladder
this climbing without
arriving at anything
laugh with them
do not be a loser
when you are alone
spit out everything
it never does you any
good at all
but somehow
feel that you have
become an hour stronger
and then
when you close the door
shut off the light
always remember:
it is you only
you only, and no one
else
it is your joy
only your sorrow only
your only life
and they do not give
a damn
feel it and be real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem