The Aged
If young people knew
How hard to be old
They wouldn`t use their car horn
So much when seeing
An elderly driver.
To drag your old body
To the shower
Remember which medicine
Is for what
Yet we the old cling to life
As we know nothing else.
It is a good thing
The young don`t know
What it is to be old
If they did, they might jump
Off a cliff
And get it over with
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a true remarkable poem about being old. Being in the old age yourself is the best option to create a poem/poems about this subject. This poem sounds honest in the ears of younger poets. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing poem. To be honest, I am a bit shocked by your words, but I will get over it. T.Q.