I reckon I’ll grow old someday…
with wrinkles and dark circles cradling my eyes
I’ll remember my younger self…
and weep for youth
Long dark hair,
Almond- shaped eyes
The world at my feet
We used to cruise up Morris Park, Yonkers Ave...
and Shore Road every Saturday in my Grand AM
Days to remember…
nights you wouldn’t want to forget
I thirst for a fountain of youth in my backyard…
where I could drink its’ nectar everyday
So that I may...
Never grow old
Never die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem