Born a illegitimate
the year 84
my parents were useless
my life was a bore
It all went too fast
I weren’t treated the best
by the time I was three
my mind was a mess
By the time I was five
I could not change what I knew
couldn’t play stupid
my knowledge of life grew
I was eleven
when I had to change school
I acted like the others
kept playing the fool
When I was eighteen
I thought I’d found the love that I sought
not the fake stuff
but love that aint bought
my sweet lady gave me
no trouble or strife
was a week to the day
that she last saved my life
As I got older
I got more mad
I took no crap
but I wasn’t that bad
Now I am ninety
in my sleep I have died
that was the way I lived my life
but it was often a lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a hard bring up. I am sorry for you but through it all we learn a thing or two about life. No pain, no gain. But now, you are here talking about it. You have come so far.