buried in memories of better pasts
a wizened old prune, a nervous wreck,
and a mania depressive, forms and shells
washed up on the beaches of now,
come marching up reject, attract
say lifeis slipping bye,
flach-backs deluding filed away,
trying to escape mortal chains,
rankling and wheezing complaints,
other points in time, gloss over
or have shared a past so fine
memories to calm and soothe,
the enevitable know of now
hopes for a better day,
for the children's children
something nicer to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Shimon. Very deep thinking looking for something better I feel. well written. Regards Dave T