Life is hard my friend
as the socks have unwashed for weeks
hardening with stinking sweets
as a heart feels often disappointed
breaking under overlays' weights
but hell with it at the moment
forget about it
Life is hard dawg
as a chicken slogging away at laying egg
as the muse is offended at poets who beg
but hell with it at the moment
forget about it
Life is hard my crippled chum
as the wizened skin of a forgotten plum
as a poet who grimaces the face
suffering by a dislike in the poetry place
but hell with it at the moment
forget about it
Life is hard my friend
as the puddle splashing on a new garment
as a poem not winning a trophy in the contest
but hell with it at the moment
forget about it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem