he is no longer a young writer
having written for 30 years and now
at 58
there is nothing exciting about his
words anymore
he keeps doing the trip
a hobby, a side trip, a trick to make his life
worth living
some young writers in town
come to his house for coffee and for an opinion
he gladly refuses them
at 58 going 59
he keeps things to himself now
talking to himself
feasting on nature
graceful with age
mellowing down on his
wisdom
and begging for God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
graceful with age mellowing down on his wisdom and begging for GOD nice writing