My body's tap keeps dripping,
and my knees are giving me pain.
I'm living in a fog because of cataracts
and my memory is going down the drain.
I'm tending to think a lot about my childhood
and how much life has changed since then.
Fortunately, not everything has changed for the worse,
but I wish I could live my life over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
changing is there, here, everywhere but something and someone remain unchanged it's the strength of life it's the way of surviving........//