What is beauty...
when the mind is empty,
and the soul is numb?
It is a gift of youth,
but a curse of the old.
Being young and beautiful,
why should there be knowledge in my mind?
Old and raggedy,
the wasted years of youth are remembered.
What has life given you?
Beauty and the opportunity to grow...
too bad the only thing that grew in this garden are the weeds of vanity.
Too late to chop the weeds in my garden,
when they have hold over every surface in sight.
Young and beautiful,
even roses wither and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice lovely poem! ! ! It's a beautiful way to describe how the beauty of the youth ends like 'weeds in the garden', roses that 'wither and die.'I loved very much mainly the last lines.It's a very interesting and creative way to compare life as flowers that grows, wither and after die, mainly nowdays, when people are afraid to get old or to die, and don't see the main purpose of their lives.'If we could live forever, life wouldn't be life, but eternity and the eternity is what we are waiting for after this life...' Congratulations! ! ! Keep writing +10! ! ! !