I have found myself at war,
deep within my brain;
Have I totally lost control?
Is this what it feels like to go insane?
Have I lost my grip on reality?
Have I lost all my common sense?
That I am willing to hurt the ones I love,
to live on the other side of the fence.
I suppose the money's always greener,
and the women are always so fine;
The pools are always lined with gold,
and the parties are always so devine.
But beauty is only skin deep,
and age catches up to us all;
Sooner or later the parties will end,
there always must be a last call.
Then where will you find yourself standing?
Left out in the bitter cold?
For you've wasted your youth on fast living,
now you find you are alone and old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Dwayne! A lot of people never realize this till it's to late and the are alone and old before their time! Great read as always! ! *10*! ! ! Best regards! Friend Thad