Today I took a little walk
where my youth and solitude roamed,
retraced the footsteps of my teenage years
that I have left so far behind.
The solitude remains along the paths
I wandered along so long ago,
my haven for creativity
I knew all those years ago.
My legs may not be as sturdy
as my youthful legs once were,
but they took me along paths
holding memories of years before.
My mind had its freedom
to dance freely over everything,
gathering new ideas to formulate
for another relaxing time.
The fresh air is something
I have longed for along
with the comfort of just being myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah what memorues of our youthful years. A lovely poem.