The light is fading on this life
only a flicker now remains
Instinct tries to stoke the fire
but reason wants to damp the flames
Too many times, a new resolve
to ask for less and be content
has led me to a barren place
where friendship, love and hope are spent
All that's left with me, is pride
that spiteful, importuning pest
that pokes and prods me through the night
and will not grant me rest
But in the morning, golden sun
and for a moment I forget
and muse a while on younger days
when noble dreams could still be met
When love seemed like a certainty
and justice was assured
and youth would last eternally
and old age seemed absurd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem