it pains to see you as you are;
Grasping at old straws of old delights.
Filling in your empty days
with empty, aimless nights.
How soon before the trembling and the shakes?
The snakes and ladders of the mind.
The wobbling gait, the drooling mouth
and lolling tongue?
it pains to see you now.
when you were brightly young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem