I am
Fading into time
Little more than a memory to be
Youth escapes me
Washed away and rinsed by age
Sometimes I spin out
Spend my day
Franticly running in vicious circles
Dizzily, I get nowhere
Situations hang me out to dry
It is our nature to live immaculate bright lies
Dirt lingers
Pristine is just the dream
The stains of the past are history
I can never be clean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this. i lovw th wfocus and subtle allusions to laundry. its so cleverly written. really great!