I sought shelter from the rain
In frayed book pages
I used to sit at the head of the table
And listened to by all seated
Dictating everything under the sun
The years have changed me much
Youthful heckling and jeering
And behind the back scheming
The shameless punks at their worst
At tweaking irreverently
On views of another time
The years have changed me much
No woman looked twice
At frayed book pages
Yet the damsels in my youth
Are etched deeply in my brows
Fie on tyrannical time
The years have changed me much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The time is a great leveller.....................Time is the strongest and mightiest..........when time is favourable we think that we are king but when tide turns against us we realize that we are but the puppets...........Good Write..10+++.......