In my old age
I am too emotional
I cry more than I should
There is too much sorrow in me
Too much grief and regret
Too easy reminders of loss
Too much easy and deep connection
To the past
In my old age
It is as if I am
In constant grieving
Over all those and all that
I have left behind forever
Including myself as I was long ago
And just yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you a man or a cry baby like me?