An old woman
Is staring at me
In the mirror
What happened to my
Baby face?
What happened to
My baby face?
It caught up
With my ancient
Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're lucky. While I, too, am staring into the abyss, I fear my soul is still wet behind the ears. I hope your ancient soul gave you some guidance along the way. I was flying blind and it showed every step of the way. (how's that for mixing metaphors?) I like your poem.