I am suddenly old -
And the safety net of years to come
Is gone;
The things which once did not matter much
Now matter
A lot;
All the memories inside my head
Are going to spill out
And be lost
Forever;
And hopes are now measured
Against the coming night
Not the sunrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem very much. The poet begins with a poignant statement, then expands on it. The poem speaks to all of us who are now gray-haired and measuring our lives " against the coming night Not the sunrise." Thanks Paul!