He sees
the years piling up
like wood behind the stove
like winter time
snow and sleet
tick- tocking is
the clock he has
had for so many
years
time seems to be
speeding up
his body seems to be
slowing down
he looks
at his old friends
false teeth
and wrinkled faces
then he looks
into the mirror
and sees
that they are
a reflection of himself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem