Life ts an intregal part of the scene
Where we smile and go forward for bows for our deeds
Then reality checks us for what we have done
A piece of the pie, we eat, And do chew just to have fun
Then age lets us know that it was a valient try
For our bodies give in to the truth so apparent
That life is short and death is inherant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clearly the tick rock of the rythmn of life coming to terms with the end just out of sight