years might walk off
months might slip off
weeks might run away
days might swift away
age might turn towards
to reach the apex of my life
my body might become the temple
where my soul will rest
myself might turn to be amongst the soil
beneath my sole, where now i stand
but, through all this, i'll live-
live a life so young like an innocent baby-
to gay, grin, laugh and smile,
and to make others smile! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Alina L. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.