Years later,
I am slower,
yet,
I still move with caution.
I am graying
yet,
my anger is young.
I am heavier
yet,
i am light upon my feet.
I have trouble
seeing at night
yet,
my reactions remain swift.
I am the same person
I was years ago.
Yet,
you still don't know who I am.
(10-24-2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem