It starts on the left then goes to right,
My mom says, my little boy is growing up. with a sniffle
I knew that it would lead to a goodbye and I knew that it wouldnt hurt because 8 years ago I had to say another big goodbye. But that one could have lead to death. This one leads to, Drugs, Girls and hard decisions. I say goodbye and it didnt hurt. But every time he comes around it leads to another goodbye, and another, and another. More emotion is going into my goodbyes and I might even let out a tear this time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem