Everyday, you visit me,
to set fire in my nerves,
fill me with spasms,
and assault my viability,
that is my life you know,
your control over me,
brings me to despair at times,
you limit my activity,
my life, my time,
every day defined at your clock,
and its not fine with me,
my life though cracked n' bruised,
there is some fight, still left in me,
it's a crusade for you,
my activity limited,
time robbed, much taken from thee,
but my life's still worth living,
and I still have my faith in me,
Materials, I do digress,
matter very little,
when your life's in a physical mess,
and pain, is all that's seen.
Someday the pain will be over,
and the maker I will see!
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I would like to translate this poem
Although pain is a thief and has robbed you of some activities and your life seems 'cracked and bruised', I love the when you said: 'life's still worth living, and I still have my faith in me.' This is so true! Life is so worth living when you have faith, love, joy, and fun...My favorite motto: 'Each day is a gift, that's why it's called 'the present'.