This is my life
The street corners away
Anything to strife
In its day to day play
Something to give and go
What was left behind
What each one should know
What they can not find
Like evening glowing
In its somber song
When air is silently flowing
To where dreams belong
The yesterdays have left
Into the dark faraway
With their swaying bereft
No matter what we say
This is our life
Pleasures still going on
Thoughts on a hanging rife
The evening of anon
That never will stand still
No matter what we do
The hours we rob and spill
When everything's up to you
This is my life
The street corners away
Anything to strife
In its day to day play
Summer with mornings new
Left alone still to give
Whatever comes and is true
The ways we're suppose to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem