Final Sovereignty
SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD
Now a second testing adolescence
Beckons with its trials and pitfalls
Of rage and loss and acquiescence
As alertness ebbs and presence fails.
Seventy now - immaturity ahead -
I look to my elders for consolation
On how ten or twenty years are shed
Purposefully to dissolution.
Across the threshold of obsolescence
I pay court in admiration
To those who deny decay deference
And live on with quiet determination
Their indignities suffered and withstood,
In sovereignty the end makes good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Keith. Thanks!