I have something to tell you.
I'm listening.
I'm dying.
I'm sorry to hear.
I'm growing old.
It's terrible.
It is. I thought you should know
of course and I'm sorry. Keep in touch.
I will and you too.
And let know what's new.
Certainly, though it can't be much.
And stay well.
And you too.
And go slow.
And you too.
i think it uses irony because the second person clearly is not listening.
An intimate conversation between two ageing friends presented in form of a beautiful verse, displaying their concern and care for each other in spite of limitations imposed on them by old age and ill health. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read the poem as one character be young and the othe aged. Then reverse the two and read it again!