He has mellowed, hasn’t he?
They said of the erstwhile firebrand
Why are older teachers so mellow?
Said the pupils in school one day
Hasn’t the summer mellowed out?
Said the elderly couple to each other by the beach?
Mellow is coloured yellow
Faded like once-perky curtains
Mellow smells musty
Gritty, rubbery like cast-off waterproofs
Mellow is the sound of the antique cello
Played by the bearded old man at the piano
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem