Silver chimes ringing holiday cheer into the atmosphere,
bringing tears of joy and sadness to aged faces nearing
their endings.
Thinking and enjoying whatever time is left, trying to
not let tribulations get in the way of happiness.
Saddened recollections appear, but within them is untold
joy, holding on to the good times in our minds, hearts
and souls.
Placating our years we are reminded many times over, of
the good still left in our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem