Wine mellows with age,
And we, and we,
Do we become more sage,
With age or remain,
The same old fools?
Trying to replay,
Our past mistakes?
The same old play,
While still on stage.
Do we ever change?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guess some do, some don't. Think we would all like to recapture our youth - the wise recapture it with a nostalgic smile, whilst the unwise try to cling to it in anger.