Vanquished Age cannot mend Youth's broken wings.
It can only speak of Time's slow decay,
And myriad, needlessly suffering things.
It knows too well mind numbing nights and days:
Where Beauty hides from the world's prying eyes.
It bears the weight of biblical bleakness.
It sees through Life's novelties: smeared in lies.
It knows that light is buried by darkness.
Age and life Good friend But mind does not agree to go with age
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neatly written Dominic with a well expressed lament message with a superb rhyme scheme structure to make said message flow and beat. 10+ and well deserved for to write in this rhyme scheme is so darned tricky and could easily collapse a poem with a duff word or forcing a rhyme. Thanks again and I wish you well.