A baby's bottom pressed from God's love
Toddlers scraped knees, push and shove
Repeal the layer, repaint the hurt
Heal the scar, rebirth the spirit
Teenage acne, accompanied angst
Clashing of parents, a period of pranks
Rattler's second molt, a new age dawns
A young prime Rattler, sacred mojave lawns
Inked up of beauty, colored scars
Our new age defines in neon parlors and bars
Tattoos of art, notches of pain
Feel my heart, hear my brain
Saggy epidermal organ, the twilight time
Tattoo scarred beauty, wounds healed in time
Breath is pricy, skin will be
A Czar of Love I'm meant to me
The snake sheds ages upon Mojave Sands
Memories do not vanish, forever they stand
Your struggle in Stages, deny not self
Love is the Kingdom, Love is the Wealth
The rattlers gone, never to return
The final layer shed, sun here to burn
The last shed chronicles all the Experience
A rattlers life is grand, do not relinquish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the good rhymes and use of language