When I was young
I was forced to shoot and kill,
to live through a war and its deadly thrills
and haphazardly my life then went along
and I could have been a buccaneer,
a mercenary, or maybe a robber of banks,
I was forced to shoot at enemy battle tanks,
to live at times in constant fear.
I love to bungi jump, to parachute,
to drive my motorbike with the throttle down
to have a gorgeous girlfriend in town
and sometime the urge for action is acute,
to go out and ruffle some hair with the old crew,
but I am writing this verse as older gentlemen do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With the muse of past memories! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.