Alone in old age facing each day
Bleak, grey, each one the same
Following the same routine
Taking medication, hours fleeting
Parents and sibling long gone
Grave deep but not forgot
Memories and precious dreams
When I see them once more.
Mind active but not the body
Arthrosis making steps difficult
Never going outdoors
Life moving towards the final darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem