Slowly entering my forty first year
I say not in whisper but a silent tone
My thoughts date back further now
To the days when I would go out in celebration
And feel fine in the aftermath
Now years since such days have passed
Bones ache and a tiredness holds
For all my trying and self belief
The curse of age is catching up with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It catches up with us all, doesn't it. Great poem.