The sparkle in the lough
has dulled, its luminous water
now mud green speckle,
Trudging up yesterdays effortless path,
I pace this landscape
alone as I used to.
Once majestic reeds
convert to
choking weeds.
An empty space replaces you
in this life long version
of music-less chairs.
Again it's one shadow cast
and paling
in the waning sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem