Older me
Why hast thou betrayed our child
Youth was fun-
Youth has glory
Now me, Older mine;
What hath thy taken,
Whence was mine
Left behind an aging story
The children laugh at,
Tears I hide
An old man with many stories
Older me- I ask me, Why
(03/03/2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem