One must know <br />How to get old. <br />It’s a kind of gift <br />To be brave and bold. <br />We must know <br />How to master ourselves, <br />How to become <br />Strong and fearless; <br />How to be patient, <br />Gentle and wise, <br />How to accept <br />Our fall and rise. <br />One must know <br />How to get old: <br />It’s a kind of gift <br />Sent down by God; <br />A gift for mastering <br />Nerves and muscles, <br />For getting braver, <br />For helping others. <br />One must know <br />How to get old, <br />How to bear pains, <br />How to be bold; <br />How to bear solitude, <br />How to reach the space’s heart, <br />How to grow fearless, <br />How to be smart… <br />That is a gift <br />Encouraged by prayers; <br />A gift for playing with death, <br />A gift for defeating the grief. <br />Let’s not mourn <br />Over the last breath. <br /> <br />11.O2.2OO2. <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-must-know-how-to-grow-old/
