Sailing long the boat
a long distance I covered.
Yet the blitz wind drifted me miles back
when tired,
limbs became weak.
How can I sail again
such a distance?
I defied,
How my value depreciated
like an old dilapidated house
but of no avail.
It is by their wand,
The small amounts I saved
in those long years
found so much reduced
leaving a little
sufficient for a few days.
A lovely poem written with feel and flow of age when it starts taking its toll. Nicely articulated and presented. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem on old age having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.