I perceive confidence, strength,
in command, take care of it all,
but I fear the truth
is an elderly woman,
who shrinks more each year,
who can't stand too long
or carry much weight,
who looks slightly drifty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and...we can all feel....how it feels....to be the way you feel......I guess