You've spent your life responding to the new
And never found someone to share with you
The marvels of this world or what's ahead.
They're either into money or the bed.
Sure it is you could have been more bold
That way you could have bought into the life
Of all the things that others bought... or sold.
Which is: the repetition of the old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem