Yes I am dying
As are we all
While times feet dance
On my beaten bones
And though it is winter
The sun still shines
While the stars flicker silently
In a moonless sky
Bundled up warmly
In my winters best
I sit on my rocker
In the crisp cold air
With a young boys dreams
Of the summers past
And how warm the nights
Had once been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While time's feet dance On my beaten bones I feel that way too (at times) . But you should live to see warm nights again if you get out of the cold before you fall asleep! :) TFS