Back to the old days of waiting, unsteady interest on the boy.
All of us have to accept the rules of nature. All my helpless, imprisoned in the hands of the law. Yet the meantime, stay alive with laughter and tears.
The poem has been referred to the working people. They are real people. They are working hard for the welfare of the people.
Meditation submerged in a life that seemed to wait to meet expectations. There are a lot of joy to dedicate himself to the service of man. And, so the way to go.
All these people will be gone one day. People imprisoned in the hands of the law. The emotion of love is very hard to break. But there is nothing to do, just to see everyone coming and going.