Drifting through illusions
of life's simplicities
drinking elixirs
of times past
Youthful aspirations tempt
overall encompassing truth
of mortality.
Casting a shadow
on joys and temptations
of middle aged morass
while trying to keep face,
stem the flow
of the realities of age.
The clock never stops,
but keeps ticking
as you try to grasp
the fountain of youth
that doesn't exist.
But you hope,
keep on
through the dirge
of complications
of being a lover,
a parent,
living life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful flow of words perfectly painting the emotions aging brings. Explicit work.beautiful