I find it quite funny
I find it quite odd
How at the age of twenty
People choose where to go
When at that age
We don't know where we are
I find it quite upsetting
I find it quite sad
That at the age thirty
People think they know a thing
When they've just then begun to live
I find it quite humbling
I find it quite mad
How when I tell my mirror
I wish I could be a this or a that
It dosent say nothing back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem