It is funny
To think
That one day I was a baby
I had money
I had a drink
And I had a baby
Now I look back
I don’t remember any
Of the things I had
It was a stack
Of that much and that many
That good, that bad
I laugh
If you’re like me
You know
That half
You get to see
Stay or go
But it’s still funny
To know some
And not know the rest
Days were honey
Bees that hum
Sting or taste
I think I’m old
And that’s fun
I think I’m young
And that’s none
I’m bee stung
And that’s some
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem