Sorrows Of My Life Poem by Ravi Kopra

O life!
Let me tell you
my sorrows today

Let me tell you
I want nothing to do with you

Except that
I be fairly treated by you

My wife died a year ago
My new love did not survive

My son became a hobo
My daughter ran away, I do not know where

I slipped. Broke my pelvis placing
flowers on the grave of my wife in the winter

Perhaps she wanted not to be left alone
and wished I would just slip in six feet under

Everybody is so selfish
Nobody wants me except my dead wife

But she isn't selfish, just lonely
And wants to love me, eternally

She has no patience, wants no delays
Hurry up, hurry up 'Ravi' I often hear her say.

O life
What more sorrows of mine
Can I tell you today!