Old deserves to be told by the bold,
Because it is what some regard as a mold of gold.
It is something you better get hold,
Before it all gets sold.
You'd then have no choice but to fold,
In life's daunting period of extreme cold.
and who better to tell it than the old, , , because they have lived away their fears by being around so many years... such truth in these lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound thought there