Feels like it's
takin' a hundred years
to die,
cryin' in the corner.
Life has never
told a lie,
but played the fool
with my persona.
Years of dodgin' trouble.
Should have challenged it
head on,
ill fate has hung upon
my shoulder
and I've carried it along.
Even time has grown
to hate me.
What option have I got?
I'll drink some steamy,
near hot whisky
and hope and pray
I'll lose the plot.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and life! ! Hope and pray! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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