Are you aware
That I have lost
Some of my hair
And the use of
Some other parts
Put into disuse
Perhaps by abuse
Or the fate of old,
No longer bold
I take pills for these ills
When I bemoan
The state of no affairs
My old peers
Too old for jeers and cheers
Bid me sit
And join the club
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem