Everything
Is slipping
Away from us
Every moment,
Including our
Own life.
You are only
Here to giving
Us slip,
And we are here
Letting slip go,
We are slipping
Up though.
We know life,
Slippery, slippery
Slope is there
Everywhere from
Birth to death
Irrespective of age.
But we, in this life,
Must not give a scop
For slipshod by slip-up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From birth to death! That is how we are. Nice work.