Two people can live under one roof,
Sleep in the same bed.
And produce a house full of children...
To 'still' claim after many years,
Not to know what the other one does.
What their hobbies are, if any.
Or communicate.
But their lives live together works out.
One person can live alone.
Love the peace and quiet.
Enjoy every aspect of life.
But...
Can not match a pair of socks,
After washing and drying a bundle of clothes.
And,
Can stay angry all day 'thinking' about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem