Old Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Old
Old
“Yes Honey”
“Sure Dear”
Lofty words were many.
Everyone overheard customer, client.
“What a nice attitude! ”
I thought and, watched, observed, and wandered.
(In place of elders)
One of the clients, a woman,
Has moustache and beard
(Like Baba in the Rake's Progress)
I who hates to be old, acting old, living old
Must confess: “Love the way of the old.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:19:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the way of the old. I am set in my ways and the old is comforting. Yet I occasionally embrace the new I enjoyed your poem very much, Nassy