When we were young
The days were long and the years were longer
Dreams were big, hopes were high
We reached for the stars, the moon and the sky
But now we are old
The years are short, the days are cold
But still we dream, still we ponder
Life is to live, not to squander
The stars may be out of our reach
The moon is still too far away
The sky is still blue above us
But like us, it looks older and grey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, bit old fashioned, since what IS YOUNG? ! BUT this is created brilliantly as poetic art. I have again enjoyed this narrative poem