I want to turn the corner
I can't go back in time
I've pondered every memory
and put them down in rhyme
I need a new horizon
but don't know where to look
I may give up on song
and study one last book
such it is with age
with strength and passion spent
the oldest melodies
must finally relent
only old men know
the dark and lonely road
no one to hear their jokes
or share the heavy load
I want to turn the corner
and see a different view
mirages in the desert
or anything that's new
although my dreams are locked
within a prison cell
I'd like a glimpse of heaven
I've done my time in hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last stanza's verses are great verses, Barry, Kudos.
Thanks. It comes from the heart, from a wish to travel but right now this is not possible. So I try to let imagination be my trip.