Dear Age,
How are you friend?
So vast is the space between us.
Look! I am now a minute old.
Did you receive my last letter?
Wild are the years.
And I have nothing to give you, but my tears.
The threads of my rage
reach deep beyond my disquiet spirit.
You, you have gone by so quick
To wipe my feet off this earth
For you haven't gone gentle with me
Yet, my dear one I call thee.
Where is my dream oh gentle age
The life for which I've raced?
Up all night,
Nothing I think of but a beautiful enemy
I've found in you.
How did I reach here?
Oh dearly loved,
Shan't you hang on?
For my gentle heart
Dances on broken promises.
Dear Age,
Go gentle and come slow.
Send my love to death.
-Jacinta Nabakooza
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I would like to translate this poem
You're a great poet. Guess language crafting is your lifestyle