Oh do not judge this peeling shield of flesh
Made coarse and dry by lashing wind and sky
Once I was handsome, a young man by sleep refreshed
A glory to the touch and to the eye.
Unconscious of my physical perfection,
Haphazard in my use of brush and comb
Oh, I was random in my choices and selection,
I took for granted what I only had on loan.
Time has worn the face that outfaced the storm
Worry has weathered, gouged and grooved my skin;
Innocent in my birth, in innocence I was born,
A new babe unaware of sin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As an older bloke I like it. Thanks for the insightful and hits the mark