The day is young
The man is old
I didn't see his life unfold.
Memories untold
Possessions sold
No-one to hold
Or keep out the cold.
There is no twilight gold
For this man who is old
But the day is still young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever. Now I understand the sanwich metaphor. Brilliant.