Transport me back
When the rain was
Rain
And the snow was
Pure
When all of life
Moments was true
In the eclipse of time
Back in the day,
When our hearts were
Young,
And my spirit ran as free
As the wind...
but to whose car will you be when the last trip back in time had already left, now all all the trips are heading forward...but im here left in the waiting shed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my look-backs at this issue was 'Spent My Youth in an Alley.' Another was aptly ttleed 'Looking Back.' If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have gotten into half the trouble, or had half then fun! Look out 2008. Here I come. Tom