Life like an ice-cream on a hot summer day
Slowly melting away till there is nothing but a puddle,
A puddle of something that could have been greater,
But now it is nothing, useless
Being licked up by the scavengers of the world
Nothing but a memory of something that was amazing,
Nothing left to do....
Except be forgotten and lost in memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem