I lived the Life

I lived the Life

I lived the Life, generations and years

I found it nothing but a meter for counting days

The years pass just like the minutes

All that we do is to give them numbers

As soon as we receive a week, we say bye to a month

All days have one color, whether they are of grief or feast

We celebrate the new born

And for the diseased, we mourn

We start this Life as sons and grandsons

But in seconds, we become fathers and grandfathers

We don’t know what is in Life

So people are always envious of each other

Each one thinks that he was born

To become a wealth hunter

It doesn’t take that long for him to find out that

He was hunted by an illusion

He will soon know that he came to Life

In order to carry sorrows and to harvest miseries

He came to replace, with children, himself and his wife

Children who will become, after him, the new fuel of Life

As the train of Life moves further with him

As his troubles become more

He will feel that happiness is deserting him

And bitterness is in love with him

He will feel that fun rarely comes to visit

Whereas the pains of soul and body are always his visitors

Every time he thinks Life is finally running smooth

He soon gets disappointed as Life goes back to its old habit

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A Poem translation

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Tarif Youssef-Agha

An Expatriate Arab Syrian Writer & Poet

Tuesday December 31, 2013

Houston, Texas

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