The older he grows
The quieter he gets
Is it his nature
Or does he have regrets
About a life
He considers lost
Gone by too fast
At too high a cost
He's disillusioned
I see it in his eyes
I have observed his whereabouts
And seen him pay the price
Of life's unpredictability
A smash in his face
Gone was the stability
And lost was his grace
And now he is old
And doesn't want to live
I can't help but wonder
What I could possibly give
To brighten what's left
Of the life that created mine
And bring back his roar
Oh, it sounded so fine...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem i can really relate to...i look after my elderly mum