My hair is all grey
It was not so yesterday
How fast time pass
Makes me feel like am cursed
Some things are still young and new
The stars the sun even the moon
I used to walk for miles
During the day and under the dark sky
It's not me anymore
Am slow
Am weak
But wiser than before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem on old age... You may like my poem: old age