After repeated separations, my life is

You shouldn't have come here,

Not because I hate you dear

But that separation which I can't bear

Makes every bit of my heart tear

And now you are not near

I am growing with a fear

That I may fail to gear

And resume my work to reappear

Like good stories you used to hear

Now it mayn't happen as it is clear

Because I have to begin again from nowhere,

Some from here and others from there

And craft other good stories to share

A story not about our affair

But about our life, whether it treats us fair

And answer each line of our prayer

Why is my life so cruel? 

People say life is precious and rare

That we must always take care

I hate to see them trying to declare

Because my life always have a snare

That eats away all of my flair

And that’s the time where I swear

With lots of anger, rubbing my hair

‘Life sucks, I am not ashamed to blare

"Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor" - Sholom Aleichem