As the drunk stagger;
So does our lives
As the world is oval;
So does our walks in it
As the blue sky is bright;
So is our future
As the clouds goes multitude;
So does our gratitude
As we are living;
So have they lived
As we shall die;
So will others die
And as we have buried them;
So shall others burial us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem