Some people don't grow wiser they only do grow old
They lack true human feelings at heart they are quite cold
Yet the majority with age mellow and learn of empathy
And the goodness in other people even those they do not like much see,
Some people don't grow kinder and that seems sad to say
Even though they are well past mid life and their hair has turned to gray
They only grow more bitter they are not open to light
Show them a blooming garden they see an ugly sight,
Some people mellow with the passing years and wisdom comes to them with age
And they even grow and mature to the status of a sage
Many quite wild in their twenties by their forties have grown tame
But many are quite different and all are not the same
And though many to help out others they go out of their way
The good and the not so good one does meet with every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem