Our organs decay with advancing age
Their functions drag us into a rage
Muscles are slow to move and shaking
Joints on moving go creaking
Restful slumber is a distant dream
Daytime napping does'nt let out the steam
Intolerance to divergent views grows
Speech is slurred and reflex slows
The last to go are our foolish words
Meaningless babbling as of birds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
intolerance to diverse views, good one..