I am old.
All my old friends are old.
We awake each morning with new ailments...
If we awake at all.
We slide down a slope
on which there is no hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem and also liked Bri Edward's comment on it.Old age is hard reality of life.- - - - - I am old. All my old friends are old. We awake each morning with new ailments... If we awake at all. We slide down a slope on which there is no hope. I agree with Bri that it ain't snow and all fun if we are lucky to have some one who will wheel our chairs into the sun.
Thank you for commenting on Old Age. I'm even older now than when I wrote it!