Though many years now separate
Some things will never fade,
That buoyancy of my youth I remember well-
Now that I reach my seventh decade.
I would think that
my parent didn't know me
The solutions they proffered were a shame,
The only thing that
convinced me otherwise-for sure-
They always used my God-given name!
But the older I got-
As age whittled away my arrogance-
I found out what as a youth
I'd never had seen,
While as a young man
I did not always know just where I should go-
But because of those 2 old fogeys,
'insufferable and aggravating people,
I would always recall where I had been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem