I don't care to listen,
To the loud music that you play!
I don't have to agree with you,
I just don't hear it in your way.
Am I just bull headed and controlling?
That I don't want to step into your shoes?
With the steps that you are taking,
To that rythum of your tunes?
Is the music that your playing,
Something I'll remember when I am old?
Or am I showing who I'm not to you?
And being much too bold?
Have I seemed to have forgotten?
Of what my music was back when?
I can still hear my parents' screaming at me,
'Dear God, when will that racket end? '
So I guess we are not so different,
Not so different after all.
Go on and play your different songs my dear
I have some ear plugs for it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one more fine work.. close your eyes and ears for better.. screams everywhere and better walk alone in a different direction with God.. Rema