It comes on fast, and leaves so slow
When it's there, it lays you low
As you get old, it's always there
My knee, my side, or everywhere
But have a laugh, please don't be blue
This what I say to you
Please stay strong, in God we trust
And don't you cry, you may just rust!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha..love the end line...humourous...true words and nicely written. -SG