My Bird-of-Youth has flown the coop.
No longer do I soar and swoop.
It's time now for the Bird-of-Old-Age.
The book's not done; I just turned the page.
(August 26,2014)
We all grow old..no exemption to the rule.. But we can slow down the process of aging.. Stay happy Sir...keep writing :)
The passing of age is so succinctly put in this miniscule of a poem! Yes, the book is not done, but some pages have been turned! Many more chapters remain to be completed! Enjoyed!
The bird of youth when breaks the coop and flies away leaves behind memories and experience to turn a page once more but with a brighter light of wisdom. A great poem Bri.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In short, very neatly you expressed the transformation of life, liked it a lot. Thank you... Amitava