Seasons change
We grow bored and rearrange
Our hair turns gray
and lines frame our face
Our back crook
and we walk slower
Our eyes glaze
and we grow hard of hearing
But one thing will be for sure
and this is too true for all of us..
We all were there
and we all were here
Those old and weary
saw history in their time
Those old and weary...
hm.. that will be us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm, thats quite and interesting poem, Star