In the amazing land of opportunity,
I am really frustrated.
Because this endless Marathon in the sludge.
Oh! This sluggish limbs never move faster
Like my golden younger days
And I am an old sinker now a light weight
Used to sink with the knotty fishing line in the deep Ocean.
I still remember my poor Mom's an old saying; ' When an old person dies, a library is lost.'
* If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous.
He will not bite you.This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
-Mark Twain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your title. True poetry is ageless. Excellent write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra