I've been fighting the blues all my life;
I don't have a dog and I don't have a wife.
And my future ain't looking too bright.
I don't have a dollar or dime;
all I've got is a song and it don't even rhyme.
And the clock keeps on stealing my time.
Every morning the sun starts to rise;
but all it can tell me are puzzles and lies.
‘Cause I ain't got a chance at the prize.
I think I'll just lay down and die.
No one will miss me and no one will cry;
and I guess I will never know why.
I been fighting the blues all my life;
I don't have a dog and I don't have a wife.
The loneliness cuts like a knife.
But if I had a dog it would bite;
and if I had a wife, she'd just want to fight.
I suppose everything is alright.
I suppose all in all everything is alright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every line in this poem is wonderfully composed and shared. Fighting the blues all of life amazes mind. You are never alone. Life gets grace of God....10
Thank you for the comment. I plan to keep on fighting.