I’m getting old, old and tired,
Gone are the days when I felt inspired,
Loneliness is seeping in,
Oozing through my ageing skin,
Someone love me, let me in,
My soul is lost deep within,
How on Earth can I compete,
I’ll give up now and face defeat.
Very sad and full of longing. I feel the same sometimes....but I don't supoose we should ;) Chrissie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but too sad. Are you ready for an age trade? H