bygone days
                 Times were good
                 Life enhanced with love
                 Which I would relive, and relive again
                 Precious moments
                 Shared with loved ones now long gone.
                 All remains are memories
                 Fading and dispersing  
                 Dreams recalling those honeysuckle days
                 With family sat at table
                 Mother serving dinner 
                 Father telling funny stories.
                 Faces from childhood hazy lost in time
                 Swirling mist of memories 
                 Ebbing away within the mind
                 As in old age I step towards my end
                 Wanting again to relive golden days of youth  
                 Cherished bygone days of joy.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem