here comes old age,
where you shall miss a word,
skip a letter,
make mistakes as to what you really mean
where love can be
left out as funny romance
where what used to be exciting
be it in the attic
or the garage or a nook in the public park
no longer
gives that libidinal click,
here comes old age
dressed in strict civility but loses
its ardor its memory
you even forget
it's valentines day
but take comfort
they still have the hugeness of that heart
they will understand
and hence ignore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem