To be old and ugly
Was never my dream
Now I have without trying
Achieved it
What do I do with this
I do not know
I will not reverse this
I will if I go on
Only get older and uglier
It's a shame sort of
I was a fairly decent looking person once
But that's over forever
So long as I breathe
It will not be pretty me for others.
i heard this once from my' grandpa and i said it's not the looks that makes you so beautiful...it's the wisdom that i get makes you more smile, let be peace with you you're beautiful for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no who laughs last in this only the consolation, that all will face such grace.. iip