Woe, woe, woe, is me
my life such a tragedy
Woe, woe, woe is me
such is my sad, sad history
Born into such a poor family
we often lacked food in our pantry
So many children - all so noisy
a farm in the sticks of New Joysoy
Woe, woe, woe, is me
such is my woe-filled story
Raised on land with tree upon tree
apple, pear, peach, and choke cherry
and animals such as sheep, cows,
dogs, chickens, and my horse, Buddy
Woe, woe, woe, is me
labors day and night with no glory
Woe, woe, woe, is me
a shot gun at eight to brother Lefty
Camping with friends on top of Mount Aerie
poaching fish, sitting around fire eating candy
Hiking through swamps until so dark we couldn't see
playing near railroad tracks - gum beneath squished penny
Woe, woe, woe, is me
for ears that hear this poetry
Of a life filled with years of misery
of tears for many a lost opportunity
To have friends who wore fashions to see
my soiled shoes and clothes and embarrassing travesty
Woe, woe, woe, is me
to end this poem so sad and weary
Looking back on my life as allegory
I admit it's been a fun-filled journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem