Eventually the old dies, because cannot progress anymore,
Want things what he/she had in his youth in the store.
Eventually the stiff attitude will brake,
Have no more place in the present, life he is not able to take.
Only those will have a long, healthy, peaceful existence
Who are able to change easily and get over the ignorance.
Their life will be like a sailboat on the ocean and will excel,
Will go with the wind, adjust the sail in their own travel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem