Analysis of A tragic dance of life

Rocking chair,
Rocking chair!
Where I can contemplate nature,
When all my senses are mature.

I have run away from babyhood
Cutting woods,
And cooking roast.
Why infancy emerges at the end of my road?

Why I am blowing bubbles and playing with pears?
Why a childish behavior appears?
I cannot explain mystics,
Because I have made mischief.

I crossed forests infested by spiders,
Swum piranhas’ river, and spied
Doves hatching out somewhere.
Now I understand clearly there
Is in every man life a dark thought.
And I have borne all that life has taught.

Now, old age hugs me like a snake
In belly dance giving me a smack,
Pushing me toward a gulf,
And provoking a cough.

Why I cannot eat wild mushrooms?
Why the bride cannot get many grooms?
I had a good sight as an eagle.
Now, I have some difficulty seeing a needle.

So, why glasses magnify the fly?
Why my tears do not run dry?
My way I cannot find
Because life makes me blind
By offering a white cane.
Life opens too, with a magic wand,
My heart to see and have mercy
On men, even nasty.

At birth, I cried ;
Near death, I have cried.
My beginning’s life is a cry,
My ending life is a cry.
I suffer plenty of mice,
I suffer plenty of bites,
And give plenty of kisses
To all kind of misses.

Now, my life sails darkness
In the midst of sadness.
Face to face with death,
Families are frightened and left,
While instinct for survival gives hope.
Now, pain and regret are my biggest crops.

Today, my ideas do not have clarity.
However, I have smokers’ solidarity
I have given light to the unknown passengers.
Why a dark vision is brought by messengers ?

My dusty testament,
In which my statement,
Made by a trembling hand,
Why others inherit my land?

A real godsend will fall on a lucky.
Losing riches in one life is risky.
After all, poverty is in a somber mood
While wealth lets appear a shining moon.

With great sadness, the elderly sit all alone,
Why they have broken bones?
On my rocking chair, I can only see children play.
Die today,
For man’s will, tomorrow is long.
Now, I have lost my mother’s tongue.

I climbed mountains,
Mother weaned me at two months,
Ate the beef,
I have lost teeth.

Rocking chair, in my ignorance,
Invites me to the last dance.
I was good at calculation with one sunny brain.
Always, count my sleepless nights during the rain.

Old age subtracts the rest of my day,
And multiplies by zero all my say.
In front of the firing squad,
My melancholy life is a despair squared.

Yesterday, laurels fell to my toes.
Today, they threw at me rotting tomatoes.
Dragonflies in bridal flight are very comfortable.
My honeymoon was not famous and notable.

Misery wrinkles my face with his make-up.
At morning, tired to wake up
And I become like a bedridden patient,
Very impatient
To get off where all the living meet
Without suiting all my needs.

White hairs, shall I wear crown?
Without a rocking chair, shall I quit the town?
Crutches, legs without flesh and blood,
Help me when I am surrounded by flood.

Like a fish, in my mother’s womb,
I swum perfectly.
Can I jump the puddles easily?
The whirlpool opens the mouth to swallow
The swimmer. And I fallow
My macabre destiny,
which is still the same,
What is a shame!

Life, filled with water, begins to sink,
And men think,
In the twilight of life,
In the darkness of the night,
That I have lost my ultimate fight.

My intense and suppressed anger,
Expressed by gnashing of teeth,
I do not satisfy my hunger
For living as I feel.

Who knells for mine, to light my way?
Should it be heard far away?
They wish me well,
And bid me a sad farewell.

Heaven, like an army of salvation,
Will welcome me in a great ovation.
At the end, life’s good,
More delightful than any food.