Life is filled of adversities
as man makes it as what it is
none of us ever has satisfaction
so why complain of dissatisfaction?
Indeed, life is not perfect
short and filled with defect
man suffers much of the time
infuse by greed that cause crime!
Death is sort of a liberation
end of the road in life's motion
every remorse of every failure
now is gone and the pain is cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem