Isn't is strange, the way we change?
The words are different but the.... song's the same.
When we're young, life is fun.
We aren't tied down, we've got, time to run.
Rain falls down, Kisses the ground.
Put up your umbrella and the sun comes out.
Running here, going there.
When you're free to go, you don't really care.
Yesterday, we're together.
Today, change of weather.
You leave me now,
But then you said, you'd never.
Time goes by. I realize.
You're still young, and you want time, to fly.
Good times, time to run.
See the people, feel the sun.
Be happy, laugh, have fun.
You're not the only one.
Isn't it strange, the way we change.
Ever wiser, we see, .... both sides of things.
Growing older, stories told.
Forever reminiscing.
The memories, are of gold.
Although, some days were cold.
The memories, are of gold.
The memories, are made of gold.
The memory's worth more than gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I couldn't agree with you more...