In old age
Everything is more difficult
The things once done without thinking
Need to be planned out for like strategic campaigns
Life is more of an effort to conquer the trivial
Pettiness and fuss augment
Whether one likes or not
Too many little things
Become big things
In old age
Everything is more difficult
Staying alive is the major goal
And one wonders much of the time
Whether it is worth it.
This poem is proof that nothing is as expressive as Poetry........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Sandra. You have explained the situation in the simplest of terms. Yes, you have come up with reality. I quote: Everything is more difficult Staying alive is the major goal