as we grow older
we give way to the new:
younger promising faces
we welcome them
and give them
a toast, a warm shake,
a sincere cheer
technologies that
we do not easily understand
yet we have to embrace
lest we be left out in the corner
of the mute and the blind
and the deaf
yet deep inside
our confused hearts
we still
keep our simple ways
our cherished loves and
human affections
our precious memories
of loves gone by
and loves forever
kept like gems
of gold and diamonds
inside our
treasure boxes
there are those
few that we do not compromise
something divine
inside our heart and mind
for without them
we are but leaves
blown easily
by a light wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem