One more time I deal with this,
As I lift the glass
I begin to miss
All the things I could have done,
But I always tried and I never won.
So what’s the point?
Just keep moving on,
Smoke this joint
And drink a ton,
In the end it will all be gone,
At the end I will be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem