THE LIFE I HAD

From my poetry collection REBORN©. Image by Stathi Stathi©

You may say I look like mad
or even think I am trully bad.
But I am just a simple sad
cause I miss the life I had.

When I was twenty, my hair were long, black and
plenty
and at my thirty, my middle name was mister
flirty.

Around my forty, my pretty wife became my life
and at my fifty, I was the dad and Santa Gifty.

Oh sometimes, how I miss the life I had, when I
used to have a dad.
Oh sometimes, how I miss my lonely me, the one I
had before the we.

Oh sometimes, how I miss our first kiss, when
loving you was a wish.
And sometimes, I trully wonder if you miss, the
time you were a dreamy miss.

You may say I am mister no,
cause I say I don't know,
when you ask me why I am sad,
maybe I miss the life I had.