Strolling down lanes in the fall, watching the leaves
changing colors right before my eyes, leaving every-
thing to imagination's byways.
Tantalizing aromas reaching my mind with significant
memories of the past.
Never noticing time flying by, just being prepared
for death as I wend my way towards the sunset of my
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem