14/05/2024 05:11Thi Viện - Kho tàng thi ca Việt Nam và thế giới
Nước: Anh
Đăng bởi Cammy vào 15/04/2008 11:21
Nguyên tác
Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder 'tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.