Work is life.
Whatever has life
must work... to live;
To eat, to run, to care...
The earth is a working planet
that's why the earth gives life
to animals, plants and all creations.
If a dead man can work
Then he is no more a dead man
So if you with life can't work
You are just an illusion
Of something with life
Not far from nothing (the dead)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
last stanza..philanthropic expression... yeah work is life