Abandoned toys.
A childhood lost forever.
Innocence left long ago.
Adolesence thriving.
Hormones raging.
Teenage sychopaths.
Responsible adults.
Murderers and adultery.
Prostitutes hired by corrupt cops.
Senior citizens.
Overly touchy grandparents.
Alzheimer's can kill the whole family.
Death.
Wooden coffins.
Flesh eating rats and worms.
Thats all there is.
We spoil with age.
There are few of us who get better.
a journey into life really.life is optimiustic too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cronologically compelling! May it be for us true To be a part of the few.