Cautiously I walk, carefully I watch.
I am not allowed to dance amoung filth.
Or play with sand
Not allowed to touch everything with my hand.
Not allowed to befriend fools
Just as you would not play with stool.
It's mainly because we do not come back.
Y.O.L.O When walking in the wrong I hang my head low.
I am allowed to twist and turn in the meadow, if alone I sing with my shadow.
I only live once so I want to do it right.
So after I die, I get eternal Life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem