What is Life
but
being given birth
by two careless persons
not using pills or condoms
enjoying themselves
ad lib
and
you arrive crying
all about you are laughing
then like slaves pulling a long rope to run a broad fan
for the king you struggle along
till the unknown time's end
When
no one ever knew
nor ever will
some die in pain
many in hope
so I always say
drink dance and romance
as all do in Paris or France
Like it or not
life is a lonely
but lovely
Romance
So happily dance
prance and romance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for careless may read forgetful typo