if you live long enough
you can age out of life
illness exacerbates this process
you can age out of romance
you can age out of adventure
you can find yourself in a prison
a prison of limitations
bland food and bland experiences
your voice cracks
your eyes and hearing fail
you can and will be robbed
robbed of every precious capacity
so carpe diem
do not put off living till tomorrow
you can never return to yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad truth, Barry...many friends are living this prison - a semi vegative state - a place where your used to be's have all but disappeared - slowly but surely robbing you - of every ability you assumed you would always have.