"As I'm getting old and gray
and so is my past
becoming deep and heavy
so many pains, so many glories
all has turned to memories
while my future
is slowly diminishing
that dreams no longer counts
and I'm just satisfied
with what comes naturally
and often the most important
moments to think about
are the places and people
I have loved in life
for they are like flowers
that one used to care a lot
the time spent with them
and being happy
makes them unforgettable
for they are the ones I want
to see again, to talked again
but for those who passed away
what is left are regrets
for its hard to be left behind
by loved ones…
for in this world
the more one lived
the more agony to endure."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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