I cannot get up early before the lazy Sunrise. <br />Where should I go? <br />A retiree seeks a haven to keep his burden head on a soft pillow <br />And sleep the whole day until she brings the mug of bitter coffee with the usual nagging. <br />She too became wearied in running behind my oblique shadow <br />And in the starry night I count the stars one by one in the Galaxy. <br />I request her to sing like old days and she murmurs her favorite in a housecoat. <br />'I know the joy of being an old man <br />That's called sorrow my dear.' <br />You see the things are blurred and hear very low <br />Limbs cannot move and the soul full of aches. <br />The day will come when I smile with you, <br />You look away! <br />And I understand dear that you won't recognize me anymore. <br />And I know the joy of being an old woman <br />That's called sadness my dear.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-kidnapped-our-happiness/
