She weaves a strong Cobweb;
And I asked why darling
I am getting Sixty very soon?
Sixties are the naughtiest
And she cries in Beatitude!
*You're the same today that you'll be five years from now except two things; the people you meet and the books you read.
-Mac McMillan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem