My life made choices for me
Many of them were bad;
My life suffered for me
And I felt it.
My life got loose and got strict;
I was its disciple;
My life enjoyed life for me
And I felt it.
This could be a very long catalog
Never reaching an end;
I must cut it,
And my life feels it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem