Geremia
Geremia
Jan 10, 2013

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 3 months ago

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 3 months ago

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