old man's poems
written from a distance,
time and experience demand...
aged like good whiskey,
taken in sips, not gulps!
hang like clouds at sunset,
can burst into violent storms!
make love to the soul long and slow,
simmering o'er the fire.
weep with sadness like slow rain
in the night where no one can see....
written in stone like an epitaph,
an unmarked grave on a forgotten hill.
howl in the darkness like a lone wolf,
whisper like a child's simple prayer....
all too often smell like an old man,
rocking in his chair in an empty room!
In many lines of your poem, sir, I feel the same. I love your poems. It is like an aged whiskey of good quality!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[Thou art a wine-cellar] I like your poems; its depth and height! ! ! ! 'Tis a g'd poem, sir! ! ! ! !