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Envejecerse

Al envejecerse

Nunca tenía ilusiones
de una vida
más que yo la vivía
y tarde me ha venido
el tiempo de ser
más que yo era.

inutiles son los llantos
engañadoras las esperanzas
penosos los suspiros
del alma…
me enviejo.
.
pero al fin y al cabo
cuando
de este mundo
me vaya
no seré menos que
hijo de mi padre
niño de mi madre
.

GROWING OLD
I never had illusions
of a life more than
how I lived it
now too late to become
more than I was.

Useless are the cries
senseless the hopes
painful the sighs
of a soul grown old.

yet when I am done
I still will be
no less than
my father’s son
my mother’s child

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Seren

Seren

12 years 5 months ago

Dearest Joe

I had to look the title up, I liked it but again it made me feel sad,

yet when I am done
I still will be
no less than
my father’s son
my mother’s child

my favourite lines

love and hugs Jayne-Chloe xxx

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 5 months ago

Joe

Another sad piece, you had a break a while back and wrote about other things.. I think you are near my age or a fraction younger shall we stop feeling sorry for our age, and use our poetic abilities to make the others smile, Yours Ian.T

Geremia

Geremia

12 years 5 months ago

when moms in her grave still!

when moms in her grave still!
and
one is on the next train

Outstanding imagery. You need to build aomethiing out of this--create another p\iece ofpoetry.

joe

Don't you agree, Ian?

loved

loved

12 years 5 months ago

ONLY a great poet like you who praises

can understand

a small one like me

as the time passes we all

yes we all have to fade away..
one,
some day
me and you too
the whole world
ought to renew