Remember when the days were young
And you were not so old
The sea was all you knew and loved
The mast, the sky, your home
The stars, the wind, the mist and fog
The wild sea by night
Did dance upon your every thought
And gave to each delight
But now you sit upon the land
Without a ship at your command
With only thoughts of a bygone past
You sit and wish the years were young
And you were not so old
great use of metaphor, the boat as a vessel as a body.......'maybe lay upon the land ' rather than sit....signifying lying interned.........danced instead of did dance.........but these suggestions taken with a grain of salt makes this a no better poem than it is.....a good and image and emotion evoking poem which made me think of sailing and aging as one thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this, but I am not sure if you meant Ziegler, the cartoonist, the opening lines would suggest it is. If so I am not familiar with his work, perhaps that is for the best. Whoever the dedicatee, this is a stunning work. I look foward to reading more of your poetry.