What did it cost
This life of mine
With what was lost
In what I did find
For those years ago
So young and so nice
Were dreams a show
Now I've paid the price
But the fare is there
And you take the ride
Know that you do dare
Don't now try to hide.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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