I need more light in my old blue eyes.
I need more memories and a few more sighs.
So what am I supposed to do?
Light a candle, find a pew?
That's not my style, I look within,
to find the light where dreams begin.
I guess the gods did put it there,
I get no credit, I took the dare.
And so I reach as well I can,
down to the core of one old man.
There's still some light within these eyes,
to search my memories for a few more sighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deeply touching poem. Humans are SO resilient. Go make a couple new memories, too, Barry. You can do it! That light isn't out yet...