Country Life

Abandon urban strife for country bright,
the city, - trouble rife - for peace, delight.
Be happy in each day, tomorrow might
just see you pass away, - our time’s finite.
Country LifeBoredom, - a sin we pay with loss and blight.
Gold leads to madness’ sway, a sorry plight.
Poor no man is with wife, health, liquor, light.
Laughter eases life before last night.

poem by Gavrila Romanovitch Derzhavin, translated by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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