Elderly enchantment scraped against the reality of today,
causing a discrepancy of total recall.
Yesterday, nothing mattered, life was bent out of shape
and tattered, unseen, no recognition, sight redeemed.
Losing the transparency of lightened knowledge as thought
becomes disparaged and forgotten, spikes of talented trust-
worthy memories no longer exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem