Mohammad Hassan Soltanpour
one day you will recall the old days we were together,
thinking as it could happen to be even better.
but why should I be ashamed on what my life has brought,
the barrels, the joke, the wonders I had thought.
and again my worthless deeds will all then be clocked,
the quarrels, the fights, on all the things were locked.
should I worry for the passing minutes then,
when I'm not sure where my death is to happen when.