What life is this
that just exists
to have but not to hold
while working long
and dragging on
the strength of one so bold
We sit and drink
and start to think
that there must be something more
if not the one
but some undone
for fate and not for lore
This time you see
has got to be
more than just what is now
and although we jest
it is true our quest
is not why but surely how
I know one day
will come what may
and the time for moving on
will seem to be
an misplaced oddity
we are here and then we're gone
The story we leave
is what you believe
all that life has given you
you will join the fold
and you spirit will hold
the secret that has always been true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem