If nothing has been ever done,
By someone who has stated...
A life they live has never been fun!
Well...
Maybe for them it wont come!
Or...
Maybe they're the kind,
To run from fun.
Too many people live,
To run from fun.
And...
Too many people,
Don't know it when it's done.
And few will admit...
How they sneak around to get it.
Because for them fun,
Is a crime to commit.
Fun should never be for one,
A crime to commit.
No!
Fun should never be,
A hit to get it quick.
No fun who ever does it,
With a seriousness...
Know what it is to have fun.
Too many people live,
To run from fun.
And...
Too many people,
Don't know it when it's done.
And few will admit...
How they sneak around to get it.
Because for them fun,
Is a crime to commit.
And to sneak around to do it,
Isn't fun.
If nothing has been ever done,
By someone who has stated...
A life they live has never been fun!
Well...
Maybe for them it wont come!
Or...
Maybe they're the kind,
To run from fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem