Classic Poem

Last year a molar fell out,
This year an incisor fell
All of a sudden six or seven more fall,
And this tooth-falling condition is hardly over
Those left are all shaky,
And I suppose this won't stop till they've all fallen.
I remember when the first one fell,
I felt only that the gap was embarrassing
When two or three had fallen,
I began to worry that this decline meant death
Now every time one's going to fall,
I feel a constant trembling within
A shaky tooth prevents me from eating,
I'm so upset I fear rinsing my mouth with water
Finally it will desert me and fall,
My mood likens it to an avalanche.
Recently I've grown used to the falling,
When one falls, there is similarity in emptiness,
The remaining ones, twenty-odd,
I know they'll fall in succession and that's it.
Now supposing one falls each year,
I've got enough to last me two decades,
On the other hand, if they fall together, emptying me,
It's still the same result as gradually.
People say when the incisors fall,
You can't hope for long life,
But I say life has its limits,
Long or short, all die anyway.
People say when you've got a gap in the incisors,
Those around are startled when they look closely,
But I say what Zhuangzi said,
Trees and geese each have something to be happy about.
Silence is certainly better than telling lies,
Chewing doesn't work, but soft things still taste good.
Thus I sang and finished a poem on it,
With which I inform my wife and children.