There are those for whom
Life is a burden
That must be lifted each morning slowly
And carried throughout the day
With an occasional rest now and then
And a perpetual feeling
Of how difficult it is
Just to be
Just to go on
Just to remain sort of alright
Until the day somehow ends
Or does not end
With the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem, sir Shalom....10+++++++++++