I have nostalgia
For times others lived
For experiences never my own
I long for them to live again
As if I had lived them before
And in my longing
I know myself wrong
Tainted with envy and sadness
An old man who wants to be again
What he never was
To live again
So much he never lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem