Life is beautiful
And so bountiful
But when losers suck
Should you give a muck
Yesterday I lost my way
On the found road to today
No compass no way to be found
Yet my mind was so very sound
A fork in the road
What is to be told
An adventurer scared to death
Angling for his very last breath
Stark nakedness of the cold sky
Beckoning for this fish to fry
Death-defying stillness
Protesting emptiness
When an esteemed poet sends one of my poems to his favourites, life doesn't seem so empty anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and exquisitely crafted is this creation of your. A work of an intricate mind