Many happy years are left behind.
For my active days were my earning days.
For we the chldren of the new age.
Unwise i was to let my raining days rule me,
And now my peak periods are gone.
but if i am recreated to travel these journey again
then i shall look before i leap.
And i shall save for the days when it would be all dry....
To friends i shall have but a few
For with a smile was i sucked dry during my raining days
but nay to my cradle memories.....
Memories that remind me of past unwilling foes,
of women, of young and tender caresses
But if indeed i am to pass through this route again
then i shall look before i leap
then i shall save now it's raining,
for the days when it would be all blazing.....
But now i know my happy years are gone.
My sweets moments are gone.
Now all my feeble bones can ask for...
Is just a peaceful bed to lay my head....
And look back to the times behind when I was all in all....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem