A woman will always reminisce
Of the loves in her past,
Locked away in a shoebox they'll last
As will her very first kiss.
A man thinks only of his past
Of the conquests that he has made,
Rememberingwalking in a hero's parade
And the kiss, that was his last.
Randy L. McClave
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I would like to translate this poem