you have what you call
a success,
you have a beautiful wife
who fathered
you six healthy children
you have a fortune to waste
a big house to settle
and a circle of friends to
enclose you
you have all that i could
possibly envy
you have it all
what a lucky guy
are you?
it is strange
you come home drunk
you want to burn the house
and you do not want to play
with the kids
and you break the law
and you wish
that you were dead...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem