You see me now, all battle scarred,
Tired, and broken from the storms;
Beaten by the daily wars.
I wish you could have seen me then.
Am I the same as I once was?
Am I a different bag of bones?
Have I descended from the heights,
Or have I really grown?
I wish you could have seen me when
My sword was flashing, cutting into
Satan's side and rescuing by deeds
And words with youthful strength.
I pray for you and watch with hopeful eye.
Your youth is treasure, guard it well;
For sooner than you care it will fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem