We earn a little
Eat a little
And save a half little
But our ill fate
Make the savings trickle.
We dream a little
And work a little
And we can't steal
But our ill fate
Make our dream brittle.
You toil a little
Think a little
And play the old fiddle
But you are the King, you are the ruler.
So our life a is riddle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one.This is life and have to live it anyway.