The rug by the door
is to wipe your feet
and chair with a cushion
is there for a seat
A pillow is someplace
to rest your sleepy head
And a coffin is someplace
where we place the dead
Everything has a purpose
And someday I hope to see
Something just right,
The purpose for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple and to the point, nice.