When gone old be wise
flesh comes close
to the bones and back to
the marrow and to the ground.
and blood runs cold and brains
melt away with the young.
Faces will be sour to the eyes
with dividing lines that kills prettiness
And the young will be versantly sucking
all the remaining energy and cover you with blanket
All your money will be used and gone.
When you old enough for doctors to keep you,
you will be buried underground and after a while
your broken family will soon rejoys and be happy
for your departure.
It is now that you plan a lasting legacy for yourself,
in that way your family will forever proud and wished
you were around to continue feeding them.
Old friends will be parcels like you and young friends
will be bored of you including your children, because
you will be like a baby and you know what babies do.
Stand-up now and build yourself a lasting legacy
where the world will be forever weeping for your
presents. You will then die a happy young men in an old skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem