They say art often imitates life.
Why do we feel so much strife?
I really don't know the true meaning of life.
A well crafted word can cut just like a knife.
Many scholars and philosophers debate about life and strife.
Surviving the stings and arrows of this world is a way of life.
Never let living this life get you down or you'll be the one who's totally unfurled.
I end this poem with hopes we all ponder the mysteries’ of this complicated world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem