Silent beauty of dignity wound tightly within an innate
nature, scarcely noticing side-long glances, looks of
pity and nodding of heads.
Sorrow of others not touching minds or hearts of an
elderly person, having gone so far in life, thoughts of
other people have no impact on their person, for they
are who they are and nothing will change that.
Listening to another nature beyond this world, tuned
to a peacefulness of heaven, heading straight, keeping
track of where they are in regards to death.
Knowing on a different level, what people cannot fathom,
the secure peace and serenity floating within them.
Cares and worries come to a point and then are let go
of, because after-life becomes suddenly more important.
Casual glances, eyes not seeing below sights of their
perception, people failing sometimes to see the pure
dignity written all over the being of an elderly person,
standing on the brink of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem