Im an old head on young shoulders my father once said
fewer and fewer like me I do dread
Our race will vanish without a trace
Culture, tradition we must embrace
Long gone are the times of humble and proud
Now all I see is obnoxious and loud
To where we have been and how we have coped
Be proud of our achievments Im sure we all hoped
As a world we are failing its easy to see
Technology helps us but our minds we must free
Im bored Im frustrated Im angry Im sad
This selfish world is driving me mad
Im an old head on young shoulders my father once said
His wisdom I envy, his footsteps I tread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem