This age
is leaving me no courage
to face the challenge.
I remember
I had no fear
that I cannot now bear.
Is this growth
or loss;
some damage? !
A face
with no image
A mind
without a change
A heart
with no wage.
Is it really harm
to worry about death
while a friend
is lost beside
for no longer to be around
while you are getting old
with body and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem