Every day seems to be the same,
I listen to the whine of an overhead plane.
The sound of children playing in the street,
and the pounding of many passing feet.
It seems as if it were only yesterday,
that I myself was just a child at play.
Off to the shops, with mum and dad,
if I got an ice cream, I was really glad.
Then school, nose to the grind,
lots of swat, and homework,
or else I got left behind.
Work came with money in my pocket,
save hard to buy a car,
and a girl a silver locket.
Parties girls, and fun,
weekends, spent lying on the beach in the sun.
Love, hand in hand,
down to the jewelery shop,
to buy a golden wedding band.
Married, mortgaged, and in hock,
things to buy, rent to pay,
on the place we got.
Children crying in the night,
parenthood, god, what a fright.
Before you know it, they are all grown,
left the nest, gone,
out in the world,
on there own.
Which brings me back to where I am,
sitting here quietly,
eating toast, and jam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is just brilliant I love how you flow over the period of time and it sounds so natural when it comes to the last few lines brilliantly written....wow.