The table was filled with laughter,
when across the room.
Such beauty was my eyes to behold.
I could not help but to stare, with my thoughts,
am i to old.
To old to feel and share love?
My heart tells me no! for the beauty I see the heart
would not let go.
should I listen to my heart, or should i say don't be foolish
i'm just to old.
I gather my stares and with a smile and go say hello,
in hopes i'm not to old.
If i follow and feel with my heart, I trust with this i'm never to old.
It's said things happen for a reason, maybe it's the path that god wanted the old man to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem