How can I say
How old am I?
Your asking
And my answering
All are nothing
But a matter to smile
With withered tongue
And tickling ears.
How can I say how old am I?
The measurement of age
Is faulty in any way,
The sun is rising and
Setting and I am living
In this way here all days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice satire..................enjoyed it........10