It gets strange
as we age
Yet we manage
Throughout the age
It's like a dream
Or like a nightmare
As one could swim
The direction of nowhere
Young we don't mind
‘cause we don't know
What it'd throw
Old, so much to mind
For the unknown
Can't go with the flow
We make the plans
As we walk on
We have fears
As we go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We make the plans As we walk on We have fears As we go on.. yes youth is gone. we are becoming old....... what comes. fear of the future. worry, concern. prayer is the best means to keep us together and in hope. thank you. tony
Thank you Dr tony.