Though I'm still not 49
I can plainly see
That my parents linger on
Every time that I sigh
Every time that I cry
So many years I would wait
Even though I'd misbehave
People'd tell me that I'm brave
But I'm still so sore inside
With my brothers in the days
With their yearly routine craze
There was lies
There were tears
Though no one died
Can you hear me falling?
Though I might be far from you
Can you hear me falling thru?
Though my heads in the sand
Everything is just so bland
My first big mistake, was that I knew
Do you hear me fallin?
Though I might be far from you
Do you hear me fallin thru?
By being a waste of space
Father'd let me find my place
Without voice
Without noise
Woe is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woe to me! ! Without a foe around. There is hope ahead. So, don't give up on your dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.