Those who are aged and ailing
A glorious retreat they require
The peace of mind they asks
The beauty and space of this wonderful world
To enjoy the life their own
Make the things less harsh and cruel
They are well known when they had a beginning
There is an end in future, but with happiness
The roadway must be kept without potholes
And let their travel make more comfort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely speculated. Stunning expression. An intensive poem I like mst. Thanks for sharing......10
thanks much