It is just a number
Don't give me that excuse
You never remembered that
When you did me use
My mind is actually ages old
While a juvenile still
Somewhere I thought
It did match still
Perhaps you are right there is a big change
When you are dancing in hell
And I in heaven in pain
I think he's there are many differences
But you always had these inferences
Is it only now you found these
A little too late too appease?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem