The old man wishes
He was a young child again;
Lulled by cradle songs,
In times of soft innocence.
The old man dreams of
Days gone by when he once played
Freely in forests
And fields. He keeps on dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely and elegantly written and with a great theme. A poem that all our respected elders would enjoy and take solace from. Thanks for writing and sharing Dominic and a most respected full score. Hang in there and enjoy life.