It's too late now to make big purchases
Old things will see out my allotted span
The fraying rope on the wash line's easy mended
What's left of life I'll spend by paring down
I buried my menstrual cycle with no mourning
I buried my wifehood with no qualms at all
Age is a house that must compel downsizing
The final residence, wooden,6 feet small
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Change is the rule of nature but in case of an old woman, the change means the beginning of a traumatic phase in life which becomes more and more pronounced by the day. I share your views. Thanks.