Mama is getting old
I need not to be told
the world is fading shame
I fear to tarnish my name
I'm changing theories and rules
Just to see i get my heart loosed
From men's old innocency and beliefs
Full of cruelty and higher mischiefs
I'm letting them slip away though it pains
Like the dust of death in the rains.
An interesting poem with a captivating title. Nice rhyme.
This poem got my attention, but it is a very thought-provoking poem. Impressive poem. Thank you for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem that provides rooms for speculation!