I never saw myself getting this old,
When I was young, this was something we weren't ever told.
I look in disgust every time I must,
Look into the mirror,
Do people really see what I see?
Surely they must,
I'm the same person,
Of this I'm probably for certain,
However, everywhere I go,
I just ask one question,
When you go to bed
And when you wake up,
Are you the same person?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem