Soft mattress
“In those years…”
We are told:
“Life was hard and shorter.”
I accept with question:
“How was taste? ”
I am sure everything was natural
Food and house, roof and wall
Human and insects, animals
To the lakes and rivers,
Crawling tipsy like
Soft mattress…
Of the mud.
I recall on my own
Pearl and peach, and apple
On branch, in the sun, left to ripe
All of them tastier, livelier, full of life.
Tasty is shorter life,
Much better; for all kinds.
We live long but ignored, forgotten
Some look at elderly as: “Rotten”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem