The heart gets used up
Year after year after year
The mileage wearing on balding tires
Sure, it can be recharged, with sufficient juice
Now and then, but
Eventually
The poor thing, just can’t kick-start
The engine anymore
And has to be
Re-placed.
(Previously published in Poetry & Art, Feb. '01)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Concise and clear Laurence