I have not changed since we were young.
We used to run, and laugh at life,
And all was fun.
Now I'm busy in a tizzy,
Trying to make my dreams work.
I don't have time to waste.
I must hurry, with haste.
For dreams are but a puff of smoke
And must be bottled,
For real I feel,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem