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Years
Experimenting with rhyme patterns and more serious topics… We have a saying in Poland “Starość nie radość, młodość nie wieczność”, which translates roughly as “Old age is no joy, youth - no eternity”. So, here comes a piece of pessimism, hidden deep inside me, which comes out from time to time… Yet in the end this poem is not as pessimistic as it may seem… ;)
YEARS
Painfully aware of the passing years,
we walk the path of youth with heavy hearts.
The times will tell us youth is all we have
and when it’s gone life just falls apart.
Nonsense, I say! With the passing years
memories fill once so empty hearts.
They are not always good, but it’s all we have,
to keep on living – not to fall apart.
When our faces, wrinkled with the passing years,
will bring sadness to our old and aching hearts,
we shall accept our age – for it’s all we have
and soon there’ll be no choice but to fall apart.
Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska
