For a moment I thought - I was growing old
But now I know my youngish beat again
That depression of mood - for awhile did slain
And took its greenness and tried it to mold
Loves songs of young are coming back to me
Entering sweet love like the drifting clouds
From emptiness inside lonely crowds
To become once more of juvenility
Oh sweet rose of verve I give it to thee
To bring me life roots and become alive
For sweet is the kiss from your youthful lips
Hours are always in these instances to be
The love songs from my heart that feelings drive
Till the songs of age - from inside there drips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice writing, you can never be old (in some other peoples minds - yes it can happen - see Old Man So Young) . keep it up - topvote i say