I am growing old
now, it is too late even
for regrets. Since
all my life I've been a traveller,
I'll be leaving soon; again
I shall not resist
the next strong wind
that blows in my direction
any more than a migrating bird;
I also fly with only instinct or
a faulty memory to guide me.
And when I go, just one last sigh
should see me off....
It isn't death I'm thinking of,
that's not the trip I'm taking,
at least not yet, I hope, not this time.
Old age is the country I'm bound for.
.....Every men has a place
In his heart there's a space
And the world can't erase his fantasies !
Weve updated our privacy policy so that we are compliant with changing global privacy regulations and to provide you with insight into the limited ways in which we use your data.
You can read the details below. By accepting, you agree to the updated privacy policy.