I am older now, but I am still alive,
I continue to live, continue to survive.
I am a better man, and I am strong,
I have learned from all the wrong.
My Story of Yore, my life of wrong,
could be better told in a song.
But I will verse all I know,
So you may learn from my soul.
I remember a crash and a bang,
explosions and fire and then the rain.
Memories torn, memories lost,
of childhood friends and childhood thoughts.
Life is not always as it seems,
I forgot all the torture and all the screams.
It’s better now, and as life goes on,
I have renewed all friendships lost and torn.
My Story of Yore is long and sweet
But not all that was, was straight and neat.
No one’s perfect, it’s all in the stars
My Story of Yore has many scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem