I would like the people to always remember me
beautiful and young.
With a strong body and nice skin.
I would like the people to remember me
fresh and active.
Like a sporty teenager with rich shiny hair.
I would like to stop the time
at the best moment of my life.
But now it is too late.
I am an old man.
The price for all that
I wished to have had was hard.
I had to die young...
I find the older I get, the sweeter life is, and the best of life is NOW. However I was not made in the image of a Greek God. Enjoy life my friend.
We all get sour with age. BUT, some get better [your choice ]? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let death open its door today or tomorrow but why lament on the thought of it? If we knew how to live in the present moment, there was no greater joy than that. Let past and future do not haunt us. Let us look around and pick up pleasant moments to place before the world through our poems. Let our poems appeal to the readers as pain balm. And one more thing. We never can expect the world to remember us. We never can expect the world to feel us as eternal beings. The world has its own business. History is before us. The story of civilizations is before us. When you excavate a skull under the stones of Pyramids, the world looks at it as not belonging to an individual but as part of a bygone civilization. This is true for your and my skulls. I am only sharing certain basic truth about life. You may go through my poetry as time may permit. Thanks.