Don't have money for rent
Body and soul quite spent
Damn cold in room from hell
Slow dancing staying warm
No job on horizon
I'm now out to pasture
Twilight years lonely
My baby soul's crying
Depression setting in
Light in her eyes dimming
Love's tearing us apart
Waiting for a new start
Woke up to find her gone
Landlord nowhere in sight
Writing is on the wall
Life's too short for the small
For life and love to end this way is the worst kind of personal tragedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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