I am old now
I don't want to talk and sing;
There are stars in my eyes and
To me beauty can't happiness bring
Bending at the waist
I tap my cane as I walk
I move in the days' light and
Afraid to come out in the dark
I go to riverside, sit in the
Sands, watch the sunset, weep
Someday I will pocket the world
In deep silence and go to eternal sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very sad! Yet, your poetry brings joy to your readers!