Volumes of poetry in my collection,
that I hope to read. When I am rocking
in my chair, at the age of some, ninety? ..
Smiles and laughter touch deep, within my
heart, as soon my memories, are recalled,
sparked...Looking back through all, of these...
Once again I am young...Once again, I am free...
I am.... Any age....I wish, , , me to be....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Becca, At the end of the day, only the smiles you leave on the lives of others remain in the life's balance sheet. And that is what essentially you do when you share your poems with us. Lovely poem; Lovely gesture...10+++
Thank You! ! ! Unnikrishnan, You Are Very Kind! ! ! ! ! You Are A Deeply Strong And Wonderful Poet! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Many Well Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Happy Smiles! ! ! ! !