Old Age means
A pettiness of possibilities
I cannot do much anymore
I can work for a very small sum
I cannot create with much power
Love is forever lost
Except in small acts of kindness
Dreams are only for maintaining
One's already impaired abilities
Life goes on
But a smaller life
And as I grow old
I also grow down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As I grow older And the world around me small, Matters not how much I try I never get past my wall; The walls of my home That had once sheltered me, Has become my prison From where I cannot flee.