They wrote a lot here
Yet did too little
And time passed fast
With all the grey hair on
They felt like children
Again and every day
This was amazing
But also very sad
Because very soon
Even the timekeeper
Too old got tired
And blew in the wind
As did all the poems
For this was too much
Yet too little for now
And so even love itself
Turned into pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem