Born of flesh,
born of bone,
born of blood of man.
Return to earth the day you die,
return to mud and sand.
The in between you sleep and dream,
and want for what is not.
Yet either way you have no say,
your stuck with what you got.
Choose to smile,
choose to frown,
is the only choice your given.
Suck it up buttercup,
this is what's called living...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Made me smile. I love how blunt it is.