Ageing has such cruelty
catlike claws
crow's feet wrinkles
how the ladies abhor.
But some men age well
their lines define them
growing grey even suits them:
Many ladies admire them
envy their rugged good looks
and carefree ways, unkempt hair.
Some peacocks are quite debonair
go unshaven without care.
But ageing is a spiteful foe
unhurried in some
but in others, such ease of flow,
don't-you-know?
It's vindictiveness
Never stops!
Ageing never takes any respite
don't matter what's in a Renaissance
you might as well give up the fight
you can't-beat-it ladies, try as you might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem