I mourn for all the chances missed,
For all the boys i could have kissed,
So if my child, you get the chance,
Go out and drink, dance,
If you dont you'll soon regret it,
I still do, a little bit,
Now run along, go have fun,
Go and play, in the sun,
But rememeber my dearest child, do not miss,
Your chances, and especially tour very first kiss,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the point of view this is written from. I'm rather curious as to what inspired it, only because it is really interesting (and a good poem as well) . As always, good job Kieran!