Almost all my time is spent in thought
A passage through my ages makes me think
From time to time my dreams are sometimes caught
As both my mind and thoughts are kept in cink
I know that as I age these thoughts may dwell
And in between my sleep some dreams will play
They know the script and learned their lines so well
I'll miss them when it's time to drift away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem