The thrill at gazing at the sea,
Waves thundering ‘gainst the rocks you stand,
Sensing the breeze on your face, swimming in the frothy waters–
In a while, collecting sea shells along the sandy beach;
At an age beyond eighty,
Is being truly young at heart.
When you want to dance and know not if your steps may fail and fall,
The Pop and Rap drives you mad; and beckons you
To get on the floor and rock and roll.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem