In his later years
a man starts to ask himself
the questions
he never asked
himself when he was young
In his later years
a man starts to think more
about what he says
what he does
In his later years
the man sometimes
becomes the child
In his later years
a man might become
sad and lonely
he might wake up
to the sound of silence
or he might hear
freedom
knocking upon his door
In his later years
he'll watch the birds
fly away
and he'll hear the ocean roar!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Dorsey, such a well penned poem👍👍👍