The greatest thing in life is not finding a girl
But finding a kindred spirit
Who mocks the same insights in the same environment as you
Who never knows the inarticulate pressure of worn-out friendship
And the fools we teased and teamed up on
Using pumped up logic to destroy and wreck it forever
Some of them never figured out this happened
They remain in soft drink comas and misty shallow visions
The tears in memoriam for the wonder years
Where every together reference provided boundless subject matter
And talk never ceased until adulthood and geography forced their conscription
Somewhere else, I know young bullets are conspiring to fire their personal friendships as back-up artillery
To wreck it forever, the commonplace never changes
This renewal said do not give up, the health of this era's displaced heroes is counting on it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raj, such a well expressed poem👍👍👍