Life can be a gold ring on the snout of a pig,
Very precious, but good for nothing to a creature so big.
Ask a chameleon resting on a feeble twig,
To it, the rest is not a gig.
Life is loyalty.
You may collect your bonus from priority.
It is infinity,
with levels of difficulty.
Life is the mental arguments in your mind,
It has the truth and lies that bind.
Should you feel left behind,
no one has ever lived the full length of it, I am yet to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, D. K. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.