In twenty years, I'll be stark elderly
So far gone, with body shot, mind scratchy
Life reduced to endless replays, rewinds,
Stories everyone's heard a millions times.
I hope my ticker still tocks, my breath sucks
I can still get around, perhaps chase ducks
I can still enjoy a meal, a few drinks
A laugh and chat with friends and kindred links.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem