I am singing for myself
when I am alone.
I am singing for others
when all are present
for the occasion.
The sky is watching us, see.
The air is giving us encouragement, hear.
The trees are refreshing us, feel.
My son is coming to me with his son
and told me stop, and I think
where and how and why should I stop.
I am incapable to push the thread
through the hole of the needle
that I realized at this time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes old age to be felt within and with none as it makes you older than what you really are.....well composed...sir