Tonight the heartache is on me.
Its almost a quarter till three.
My love life is in such a mess.
I must whole-heartily confess.
That life can be somewhat cruel.
Life can rock is the golden rule.
I must stress with great emotion.
Living this life can cause commotion.
But I must ask this about living life;
Why is there so much strife?
Living life in strife can cut just like a sharp knife.
Only God above knows the true meaning of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem