This Life - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
This life which I live Gave me everything and Gave me nothing at all, It gives everything, but In one moment it takes Everything from me, It gives a lot of headaches And a lot of sufferings, It's a big mess whether It gives or it takes, There is no winner in it, But everyone is a loser, A moment of pain is worth The whole joy of this life, We were born to suffer All the time permanently, so This life is only the life Of a moment of joy or it's A moment of pain anytime.
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