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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