Everything ages
Even bricks and mortar-
I was here at the beginning of this neighborhood thirty years ago
When all was fresh and new-
Now there is rust and chipped paint
On buildings that sag in tiredness-
It is not only the people
But the things of the world
Which age and die-
Time will take all
And these stones too will not be here one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a sad reality of life. Sometimes, I think of my poor little house. It’s aging right along with me. From time to time, boards have to be replaced. Pipes have to be fixed. The roof has to be repaired. “Time” can be a two-edged sword.