Young Poem by PoPo Aung

Young



Youth destroys my arm,
Hear the alarm, I still young,
When can I be old?
With desires of store,
O power, stay away from me,
Then I'll fall happily with thee.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote it seeing the sea named Hunter bay on January 5,2013.I thought
that waves coming toward the beach might be boring and I felt lonely
for it.This poem was born in Myebon, Rakhin stste.
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