Tattoos are the hip thing now
To ink yourself shows the know-how
Some look three-d
Peeling back the skin to see
Muscle and bone exposed
Or maybe some Chinese letters that know
Some Far Eastern Philosphy
Add some spider webs you see
And a gothic cross on the upper arm
With a heart and a lover's name with charm
But as the years go by does the charm fade
With happy faces sagging to sadness made.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The graffitti of the skin, even with age never wears thin. A constant reminder of something stupid he once did. A great lesson in this poem, one I never had to learn of my own