Many trips to the john,
my libido has gone.
My strength has waned,
knees are in pain.
Hearing has diminished,
hair too has finished.
Ffiends have gone on,
oh, my, back to the john.
Don't shed any tears,
for these are my Golden Years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First of all you have a beautiful name and secondly this is an open and honest account.Thankyou for sharing your art.Love Duncan