Today I gladly met you
In a Summer's sunny day
And I confessed to you
That it was my Birthday!
You stunningly reacted
With a surprising expression:
'Happy Birthday my friend'
'I can see that you are getting old'
I responded back without hesitation!
'Me, getting old? '
'You must be kidding
Or you are out of your mind'
'Old is the World
That was already here
Before I was born
And it will be here after
Forever I am gone'...
'Many Seasons I have witnessed
And tasted the sweetness and bitterness
Of my turbulent life
But I found the strength
To keep going until my last day'
He was speechless and motionless!
Then I asked him:
'How can I be getting old
When I feel being reborn
Every single day? '
He answered me with his eyes
And laughed and cheered
Having fun together
Until the new sunrise arrived...
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Always a good day to see a fellow native New Yorker on site...Age is not Time, but instead a skewed statistic(like the stats on this site...lol!) iz'all, my good friend...And if it be true as your above pen-gem might suggest...Happy Birthday, Romeo...Now we are finally both 39! Have Fun...Be Well ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are getting old day by day, dear Romeo, we are more powerful spirits in the weaknesses of the bodies....but love saves us always and we are able to accept this destiny....seemingly cruel...God bless you and Happy Birthday again!