my tears have dried up in the sun
dreams have all gone of passion and fun
my youth has completely disrobed and
long ago it was all mine.
there is no more music,
just quiet at this time!
did we assume our years to love
would have the same joy?
all alone one day we became a decoy- SO
to all of you who love hard and fast
do not dream, the dye has been cast.
hold steady, inhale each breath
and each breeze.
future days will leave you to wheeze.
a cold wind will come and grab
your young lover.
soon you will see there is nothing
left to discover.
don't fool with the night's tide
it has taken many for their last ride!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem