AND WHAT AM I IN MY OLD AGE?
And what am I in my old age?
A man in despair
A man not there-
A man nowhere
An old old old complaining old sad man
With nothing in his hands-
A poor old man
And glad-
A glad old man and sad
Singing his own song still-
And laughing at his own vanity and stupidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in human minds there is no such thing we called old age...we think that we are always young..nice concept..good write..A10 Ency Bearis