There is still fire, the eyes still sing,
But the long hair is now gone.
The fingers still can bend the strings,
And the body is still strong.
The voice a little raspier now,
Crows feet under the eyes.
Sometimes he can't imagine how,
He used to draw such sighs.
But still the same man lives inside,
And he soared high and far.
He took the world on a magic tour,
And his friends still call him superstar.
11/09/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem