Sometimes I love life so much
I wonder why
It just cannot go on and on
Most of the time
I feel it is going on
And will go on just like this
Sometimes I think of its inevitable end
And I am in distress
But there are times too
When I wonder what will be
If it becomes all pain and indignity
And desiring for it to end
I do not know
But for now
I love life
And pray it will go on and on
Just like this
Writing in the early morning
And happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem