An old man can go slowly in the morning
He can take his time
Going from one place
He does not need to be
To another-
He can choose his own small path
His own café
His own kind of coffee-
An old man can walk
To the end of where he is
To where he does not need to go,
And know wherever he is
He is already there-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An Old Man Can Go Slowly In the Morning, afternoon and even at night...Facts of life are well told..