when i was young
the world was old
the trees were bright
the leaves held secrets
when i was young
the books smelled nice
and the roads felt long
when i was young
the girls were all pretty
and my heart was thriving
amongst their beauty.
when i was young
life was an agony
spent between school work
when i was young
every day was a memory
now it is all dark,
my friend,
now it is all dark,
now the days are a gift
an extra!
now i am wiser
among the fools
now i remember
the days when i was young
and
how fast it has all gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything is passing here, remember.