In daylight things don't seem so grim
as people mill about
the streets are teeming with loud talk
as children run and shout
But when the sun has long since set
and days of toil are done
most families go home and rest
then sup and have some fun
The park is such a lonely place
when darkness drops its veils
and only lonely folks are found
upon those lonely trails
A man whose life saw many things
and many years have passed
may end up with his walking stick
in night's sad park at last
There is a bench meant just for him
though chipped and worn it is
it's good enough to rest his bones
and think of bygone bliss
In daylight things don't seem so grim
as people mill about
the streets are teeming with loud talk
as children run and shout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully description of a man and his life in old age... thanks for sharing Liilia.