I would that I could ever be.
Allowed to worship thy beauty.
but thou hast little time for men
now past their three score years and ten.
But old men still dream young men’s dreams.
So when I sleep it truly seems
thou wouldst accept me as a swain
for I am young and strong again.
I wot that in reality
such foolish dreams can never be.
The secret dreams I dare not share
are but a burden that I bear.
Desire outlives ability
a lesson in humility.
'But old men still dream young men’s dreams.' stood out for me in this gently self mocking poem with a sweet soul that is written with the flair that only comes with age. A poetic delight. love, Allie xxxx
And Ivor; never, never never, stop dreaming! nice Write! (10) !
To gently paraphrase a very famous Englishman: 'Never, never, never, never give in! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ivor... I believe the heart never grows old, yes the body may fade, but a loving spirit is with us until the end of days...10