Plonk down your drink
Don't think.
This one's on me, just one-
What happened to the fun.
Pull down the shades
It fades.
The night comes in so fast
Why should this be the last.
In the morning light
You're right.
Beside me once again
The evening took my pain.
So, tomorrow
Come slow.
Don't think about the past
You're here to make it last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good and nice poem.