Sweet life, sweet days,
Oh!, how sweet my ways,
Tis was like yesterday when i played,
Jumping and shouting, clapping and rejoicing,
Yea did i see youth like balls of fire.
I saw foolishness and wisdom but i chose foolishness,
And yea, did it change me.
I was very handsome and popular, i did not regard life nor the destiny i had,
All i ever cared for were women, sex and money.
I had money, so much money i could not spend it all,
I was like a King who ordered everyone around,
And women loved me with their hearts, good and faithful women, but i chose harlots over them,
I chose foolishly women who only satisfied me sexually,
And left the woman who loved me and wanted me to change,
I wished that i had taken her as my wife, but now its sorrow that i feel anytime i remember it.
I am rich even now at my old age because of all my toil i had toiled on earth, i wished i could have taken her advice and find true love.
Oh! i do remember those tears she shed, ah! those tears, those tears, they were so much like a child crying heavily,
She wanted my heart because she cared about my future,
But i made money my world, money my name,
I struggled and got more wealth but i regret it that i loved my wealth than my woman, i wish to ask for her forgiveness, but i can’t.
Now that am old i wished i did better when i was younger, because i cannot do that no more,
I wished i would hold her in my arms and say you are the most beautiful woman.
I wished i knew her better,
But now she is in the grave, all alone, and i lived, i did hurt her,
I broke her heart, and if only time could turn itself, i will apologize to her, i will buy her anything she wanted, she will be my queen, my mother and my all.
My lady was a woman who would hold me tight and sing till i fell asleep, but she kept hurting inside because i never returned back that love, Oh! Cynthia, forgive me, i will say to my self,
But now i know my time has come to join her and i can’t wait to see her again, and forever shall i cherish her even in my old age and until we meet again, its adios my love.
Poetry