Dim the eye and worn the heart
dear ones waiting to depart
loneliness looms up ahead
childhood's dreams have long since fled
Just a tiny spark still clings
fanned by tiny angel wings
fragments of a youth long lost
oh what price and oh the cost
Tears bring back those poppy fields
through the fog of mem'ry's yields
somewhere hidden in the soul
tuffets, muffets, rabbit holes
Age has doused too many flames
no more time to play those games
time to sit and watch the play
time to count just one more day
Dim the eye and worn the heart
dear ones waiting to depart
loneliness looms up ahead
childhood's dreams have long since fled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Somewhere hidden in the soul', stirring poetry, a natural artist, you paint perfectly with both pen and brush! ! !