Paint me happy.
I’m getting old.
Not much to look at.
Feeling useless.
Sprinkle me,
With bright colors,
For a little while.
Hide my wrinkles.
Let me bring smiles,
To a few,
Walking by.
Is that much to ask?
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Paint me happy.
I’m getting old.
Not much to look at.
Feeling useless.
Sprinkle me,
With bright colors,
For a little while.
Hide my wrinkles.
Let me bring smiles,
To a few,
Walking by.
Is that much to ask?