A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, a minute to smile and an hour to weep in, a pint of joy and a peck of trouble, and never a laugh but the moans comes double; and that is life!
A crust and a corner that love makes precious, with a smile to warm and the tears to re-fresh us; and joy seems sweeter when care comes after; and a moan is the finest of foils for laughter, and that is Life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem thank you