Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
Who today will not give up
Although for them these times are rough
Without the pampering done with fluffed up stuff
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come with a thud and a crashing sound
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to perplex and compound composures
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can be so tough
And rough
For those who have not had enough
Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
For remnants of yesterday to be found
And
Left astounded!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem