Don't make it hard for me

Don't make it difficult for me

On your birthday if I don't say

A beautiful poem

I'm not a great poet

I'm tired of traveling, so poetry is easy

I don't hide the sadness of my age

I forgot that age is hard

Don't tell me I'm stupid

If I drank honey

And I was enjoying its taste

Until the bees stung me

Don't blame me

If I finished staying up late

Suddenly the moon came from the depths of the sky

Don't misunderstand me

To color my life with mistakes

And don't charm me again

To lose hope

Because tomorrow I have work

And illness enveloped me until I got sick

Don't bargain with my innocence on the borders of the kingdom of eternity

For life has passed and its pulse has become shackles

And my judgment has become boredom

And the world around me has become full of humiliation

The specter of the bitterness of union does not carry me

So that I do not feel bad

My life ended in sadness

And the burden of abandoning me Sadness

My sadness suddenly the bird

Sang a tune and the weight hit it

Therefore my dreams are innocent

If you compare them to shadows

They turn into nightmares

And the question ends with me?