I wrote you into history
With several others, I admit
A serial of songs unsung
Of moments shared when we were young
Old photographs of glory gone
As precious now as each new dawn
But now, at last it's all too clear
The final lap is edging near
And every spring, the same relief
Though possibilities decrease
Another summer's worth of life
The cherishing of untilled time
Our families' children want to do
Their own thing now, as we did too
When song and dance and dreams drove us
Beyond the streets where we grew up
We had our chances through the years
Adrift on hopes, assailed by fears
We ended up a world apart
But found a harbour for our hearts
And so the sun begins to set
On all the wondrous things we've known
The summer rain, the night we met
The blissful ache of flesh and bone.
(song)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem