Or I Am Old Poem by wander angel
Or I Am Old
I am happy to think back.
The past is still beautiful to recognize
Because it cannot change.
The future is uncertain and unable to guess.
Every step of life conceal a feeling of fear.
When I get older.
I have both experience and fear.
Someone call it with a beautiful name- -
' Prudence '.
But I know deep feeling in my mind.
The past is an air raid shelter for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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