My past is gone
Disappeared
Like smoke in the wind
Days of wonder
And childhood dreams
Unfulfilled
Have been eaten
By old age
And cast out
Like a hook
On a fisherman’s reel
These days
The lake is empty
And the cast
No longer goes as far
As it once did
My days are numbered
And I have grown
Much too old
To reel the line
In
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes it's sad when people get as old as us, but I have 3 older siblings that are still alive. I have not been fishing in a while. Maybe we should go out together, and the two of us could reel in the line. :)
I love your comment... If I only had the money I would do it in a heartbeat... thank you for the kind words