Which child isn't lazy,
which artist isn't crazy;
life has almost killed me
but never stopped to amaze me.
I thought I knew it well,
basing on my pain,
like judging an exotic travel,
when taking the first train.
Don't judge a book by its cover,
nor the doings of another,
nor the future by the past,
unless this hour is the last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem