I used to laugh with things
that don't sound funny anymore.
I used to cry for things
that now are beyond crying.
I used to say life is great,
but now I think life is grey.
I used to watch the clouds passing,
but now I feel wars amassing.
I used to believe in things,
I'm sure about them no more.
I used to hear the rain at dawn,
but now I'm longing for times foregone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amigo della fuerto anemio sometimes the real Truth is hard to wear and true Lies have to disguise.But life is a merry go round and soon your lucky number will appear... All the best and more Roger