I can read her mind,
And she can read mine!
A lovely psyche in her prime
An old ‘THING' running out of time
The white hair bespeaks
More resistance!
The distance of age
Distances the distance!
Forty, battered by life's cares
A carefree twenty in bloom
Fair as a moon!
An old- a sinking moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem