life is passing you by
your getting old
what memories will you
have to hold
when your old and tired
lying alone in bed
will you have regrets
of anything unsaid
who will comfort you
when your too weak
who will care for you
help you drink or eat
who will hold your hand
as you lay there dying
who will care
will anyone be crying
will you ever think back
to long ago
you couldve had real love
but instead
you chose a camho
will those camhos
be there when times are bad
when you are hurting
will they be sad
NO
they will be gone away
camming another
while you suffer in pain
oh i give up
why do i even bother
trying to explain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey sandy, I liked ur poem ay the title is what made me read... exellent! ! ! and what is a 'Camho'?