The grumpy old man says to his friend
'Nothing good as it once was'
Speaking clearly
His point of view
As he watches the world
Events unfolding
His eyes begin to water
A creature of habit
He still
Gets up really early
Just a few hours before daybreak
Eats an egg for breakfast
Drinks a luke warm
Cup of coffee
His friend a few years
Younger than him
Says to him
'What goes out of style
Eventually
Will come back into style
If you just live
Long enough'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem