Critters crawl and
babys sprawl.
But i dont rhyme,
so this is a waste of time
Its only truth that men love to cry
and the only thing women want is to die.
If i were a man, which i might be, i'd smile.
If i were a women, which is possible, perhaps i'd run a mile.
In the end its only better just to live.
Be a friend and just give.
If life was like that then we be happy,
nobody would call love sappy.
I wish life were like that, then i could rhyme,
and maybe, just maybe. I wouldnt be wasting my time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem