You hate these struggles
All the trials you face,
But you have to realize
That everyone has them,
No matter their place
It’s not what you think
That those people have it better
The rain falls on everyone
For you, it is not any wetter,
It doesn’t matter where you are,
Or how far away you try to go
Different afflictions will follow
There will always be something gone wrong
Even if at first it doesn’t show
Nothing is perfect,
Despite what some think
The scent of a flower,
May at first be sweet
But eventually it will start to stink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifuly written. A Perfect10! ! I love the flow and franknes. The grass always seems greener in someone elses yard. Thanks for sharing. Dwayne