I ware my skin
like an old coat.
My hair has gone
i have seen better days.
As the sun plays.
A cross the medow
in dappled hues
of green, gold,
yellow, and brown,
as a season ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' i were my skin, like an old coat' Wonderful! i like those lines very much