They call him Johnny,
the boy,
who keeps running around,
with his childish joy.
They call him Johnny,
the youth,
whose mind always wanders,
seeking for the truth.
They call him Johnny,
the man,
who still lives with his folks
without a real based plan.
They call him Johnny,
the father,
the son and the lover,
who knew joy and truth, and plans and youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, a really nice flow to it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, A Drug Infested Mind.