When I was young,
I did foolish things,
Now I'm old,
I look back and think,
If only to go back again.
I'd sprint up the street,
Feel the wind in my hair,
Chew, chewing gum,
Without a darn care,
Feel life again,
Like the fun of the fair,
And I wouldn't regret a thing.
Jayne Louise Davies
Never too late to say what you really feel. Poetry has no age, so it's a real good deal, as is your lovely poem, expressing exactly how you feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you both xI appreciate your comments.