TO WALK LIKE THIS IN OLD AGE
Is there ever feeling more alive than this
Walking into the wind
Rich with mist
Before the rain to come
Striding in the open road
Toward the distance of a never ending sky
To walk like this
In old age
As if one will go on and on forever
In this happy life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, and then you come home, turn on the news and see a 4 year-old girl dying of cancer. Your poem wastes few words, which I like. You capture what must be a unique feeling very well with your strong, enviable finish.