The fear of getting older
Does not deter Time-
I am already one of the half -grey half - white people-
But I am on my way
To the bent whiteness
That barely can shuffle through the world-
I cannot stand the way I look and am
But it is going to be worse-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't know if you have children Shalom as I have only just discovered you and read only your more recent poems, but, as a son, though I hated to see my once so fiercely independent father lose his strength and become more dependent, when his hip broke and there was a long rehabilitation period, a part of me rejoiced, because I could finally actually give something to my dad. Oh God, what a guilty pleasure!