love and life are fleeting
like melodies I used to know
harmonies retreating
to fade away in afterglow
the song of youth is brief
and soon becomes a memory
as age is filled with grief
and silence without remedy
the stage is vacant now
the theater emptied into night
I take my final bow
the exit is the only light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem