Take Me back to that time
when i was first introduced to fun
I was young
only seventeen
I had dreams
Wanted to be rich
Take me back to that time
When i first tasted alcohol
I drank it, so hard
That i even forgot i had dreams
Take me back
I want to go and pick up my dreams
I left them in that dirty tavern
I wonder if they are still alive
Or they are still drunk?
Only God knows
I want to go back
And make things right
This other day i heard my mom having a conversation with God
And i was the topic
She was crying, mommy kept on bragging about me
'I didn't raise a drunkard'
Indeed she didn't
Peer pressure stood between me and her
Alcohol is bitter
But a Bmw parked next to a Golf 7 in a mansion is sweeter
'If poverty is bitter
Then success is sweeter'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece of poetry that portrays the ugly consequent of juvenile deliquency - 'a had I known? ' Question that oppresses one later in life, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Xihluke. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.