You pop up.
With expectations,
I dropp and stop my doings?
Wrong and so long gone are those times.
Call me crude, rude and insensitive.
But whatever it is you do call me,
I hope eventually you will learn something...
About respect.
Those hazy, lazy, crazy days we had once shared,
For me do not today exist.
For years I haven't seen you...
And you still believe you can treat me like this?
Wrong and so long gone are those times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem