What makes youthful encounters so fun?
Why does time remove the jovial pun?
Screwing up the paint in your room
was so fun, not a moment of doom
in silly love we did easily fall,
headboard crashing the half-painted wall
you do it now,
I'll have a cow!
What has the time done?
seems it's killed the fun...
we pick up 'expectations' along the way
the reason we age bitter and go gray?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No dear bro.Time, it's time which kills our fun.We love them whom we loved once.Still now.Nicely penned