no longer do I seek the far horizon
my world contracted, not by choice
I only view the old world in a book
to know the poet's silent voice
age can come upon a man at once
and tear from him the plans he made
and force on him a smaller universe
dreams vanish, hope can fade
my voyage of life is coming to an end
I do not fear the darkest sea
the vast regret, I never sailed so far
to claim a shore where men are free
but still my humble vessel holds its mast
that I must climb till every shoal is past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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