Is it a sort life?
Only a few years to death
By the old man who lost it all in the past
He knows his show is coming to an end
For his stories been for told more than once
The kids he help would forgotten
The dream he wanted was never in the clear
When the water runs down the city streets
Every one knows it’s the end of the old mans show
The last words he said was time will never stop for us
So go for the fullest
Is it a sort life after all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem