A Memory 
She had a sybaritic body, 
but years has piled 
unwanted, flabby flesh 
on her bones. 
Elderly now and bad on 
her feet, her body doesn’t 
stir an old man’s
into heroic deeds. 
When we make love, 
It isn’t often, I close my 
eyes and remember her 
seductive body of yesteryear                
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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