Why not to be young again?
And dream again?
And swim in the sea
With wild exultation?
Why not feel in looking out at the indescribably beautiful
Changing colors of the sky
That all is light and freshness again?
Why not to be young again
After being so long in one’s own old grief
And anxiety and fear?
Why not to be in the sea again after so long a time
And swim alongside one’s son
As one did when he was a child
Before he too had to face the long grey dark hard landroad that is life ahead?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem