Classic Poem

One day swallows another day
Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow
I am not walking but thrust forth.

Drinking and throwing up the filth
I struggle because I would hate to drown unjustly.

When no one can transplant outside
The heart in which evil blooms like poppies

You cannot blame the child.
You could not raise him in a fence.

There are days when not even words come out
And I want to close my eyes.

When a fearful judgment wavers instead of a dream
I cannot see any friend who might put in a good word!

Grandmother, won't you please give me a lemon?
If there's none, then anything with fragrance.
I am about to suffocate!