Nothing that cheapens life,
Blessed to have...
Will increase more its worth,
Or value.
Not even for polished gold sold.
Adorned worn to wear.
On a flashed too fast and quick to fade,
Ego.
Although...
Just as quick to fade with age,
Is a life blessed to get...
Too late to wish it lived to recapture,
That exuberance of youth...
To believe it forever to glisten and glow.
Competing with stars and a moonlit sky.
Doing the best one can to attract attention.
"Hey, baby.
You looking for some reliable action.
Time aged and guaranteed to satisfy your needs? "
-Too ripe.
But nice try.
I admire your confidence.
And that ageless imagination.
Never leave home without it.
That gold medallion you are wearing?
Adds a unique touch,
To that feathered fedora hat.
And jumpsuit.
But the yellow boots?
No!
They do nothing for you.
Trust me.-
"You folks today don't know taste.
Or quality to identify who has it.
I'll have you know I am still,
SUPERBAD."
-I am convinced.
You get no argument from me.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem