The vibrant fruits of youth ………
Mature … and shed fallow seeds
Where once the stream flowed pure and clear
The waters are now muddied and unsure
Idealism is replaced by cynicism
Ambition is cooled by freezing realism
Hope is seen through a dirty window…
To where despair flourishes on the weed filled lawn of life …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem