Why is it so hard to grow old?
It's great if your cheese and grow mold.
Or wine becomes finer,
when aged without timers.
I must say I'm more like a Chevy.
With a falling apart rusted old belly.
The tires have gone flat,
and I can't get it back.
I have too many miles,
for the second hand buyers.
So off to the junk yard I'll roll.
Just having fun, no need to console
(31 May 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is cute jo jo, nice and up lifting....It's not the body growing old that bothers, it's the things that are now gone, the love and laughter of children for one, mostly the loss of love I guess....You have great talent for writing.....marci.xo