Kids playing in the yard

Men working on fields hard

Horses pulling carriages

This is the daily life in villages

Some old man gets ill and dies

His old woman kneels and sighs

Some new suddenly bears up

The young mother then cheers up

At one end of the lane

Someone sitting in pain

Asking for his bother

Replies of traitor brother

At the other end of the lane

Some other happy in the rain

Asking for his happiness

Replies of his richness

What a complicated world it is

Nobody lives and nothing there is

You don’t like it and fear

Does the me belong to here?

Poet: me

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