How long will this day go on?
In this life am I just a pawn?
Am I cursed to bear this pain,
and never stand a chance for gain?
When things are bad why does life seem slow?
Yet when things are good life seems to go.
In life we have a lot to bear.
Which proves that life just isn't fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem