Growing older, I abhor days
With names:
Saint Patty’s day,
Valentines,
Or all Saints
And Birthdays
I don’t want to remember
anymore
on the anniversaries
of Christmas
and New Years Day.
These are for the young
who have, yet,
to create their own memories;
But now, at my age, there are no more
Weddings to attend,
Just funerals...
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I would like to translate this poem
How about your grandchildren? You were born the year I started teaching at 36.