Life days are over
Sun is about to set;
body is paining
the blazing rays are golden
it is dusk
the limbs are faltering with fatigue;
the smell of farewell lingers
and age reasons the arrival of death.
When life reaches fifty
the seasaw is midway
reasoning snaps the cords of romance
seasoned memory
reminds foolish fantasies are stupid.
yet the blue sea is tempting
distant ships are sailing
night is charming;
stars are twinkling
moon is sweet and melodies lute
dusk is full of promises late.
love to be assessed with a beauty When life reaches fifty the seasaw is midway reasoning snaps the cords of romance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
~``~A wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.