Time has not been kind
with the choices made
in her youth;
the unbridled excesses
ignorance and denial
have all cost dearly in old age.
Her man, gone all too soon
left a hole of loneliness;
that anger ripped her apart,
but there was always
her devoted family
to patch and deal with the pieces.
Now her support of iron and wheels
robs meager savings, steals
what is left of life for her care;
time has not been kind at all
given how cruel life can be
and the choices made in her youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem