WAITING FOR MY LOVER

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS ?

YOU ARE NOW OLD, MY FRIEND, AND GREY

AND ONLY FEEBLY MOVE AROUND;

WHEN YOU NOTICE YOUNG FOLKS, HAPPILY,

AT THEIR FAV’RITE MEETING GROUND.

THEY LAUGH AND CHATTER, CHEERILY

SEEKING LOVE AND TENDERNESS,

YOUR THOUGHTS NOW DRIFT TO LONG AGO

WHEN YOU LIVED IN YOUTHFUL BLISS.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

WITH WEAKENED EYES YOU SEE, MY FRIEND,

THEIR BEAUTY THAT’S ABOUND

THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE A DANCE OF YOUTH,

THEIR HAPPY LAUGHTER IS UNBOUND.

INFINITE SEEMS THEIR BURSTING ENERGY,

GUSHING FROM DIVINE, ETERNAL SPRINGS,

EXUBERANCE AND ACTION-READY

AS YOUNG BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS NOW SINGS.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

THERE IS A FACE WITH HAPPY EYES, MY FRIEND,

THEIR SPARKLES INTO YOUR SOUL NOW SHINE,

THE FULLEST LIPS, THE SWEETEST PINK

ARE PARTING TO A BRILLIANT SMILE.

AN EXUBERANT NOD, BEGUILING GESTURE,

YOU SENSE A FUTURE IS NOW SHOWN,

ENGAGING BACKGROUND MUSIC PUMPING

EXACTLY AS YOU ONCE HAVE KNOWN.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

HER SHAPE, IT IS AS DREAMED, MY FRIEND,

THE DRESS IS PLEASANT, YET IN GAY HUES,

WITH FASHION JEWELRY TO NOTICE,

HER PRETTY FEET IN DANCING SHOES,

WHEN THE ICE-COLD ZEPHYR OF REALITY

GRIPS YOUR WISTFUL, WARMING HEART,

YOU FEEL YOUR EPHEMERAL THOUGHTS OF MIND,

OF FUTURE, HOPE AND JOY, NOW PAST.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

A LITTLE BOY ….

DIE GROSSEN WOLKEN ZIEHEN WEIT ……….

ONCE A YEAR ….

ABSCHIED………. (in German)

Die grossen Wolken ziehen weit
und nehmen meine Jugendzeit
mit sich dahin – ich bleib zurueck.
Im Sinn verwirrt,
ich fuehle kalt - 
jetzt bin ich alt!



Wie ich einst lebte, froh, erfuellt,  
ich bleibe hier, verwirrt, enthuellt,              
und sehe hilflos himmelwaerts.
Mein Herz so friert,
allein ich bleib, 
im grossen Leid.



Wenn wohl mein Leben dann vorbei, 
erschoepft und muede alles sei,
schliess’ ich mich den Wolken an. 
Sie ziehen ewig fort        
und mit frohen Sinnen  
reise ich von hinnen!

A LITTLE BOY STANDS WONDERING .....

A little boy stands wondering

And looks around amazed

The world is colourful and wide

He takes all in unfazed.

As long his parents lovingly

Are by his side protecting

And guiding him to adulthood

Without in care neglecting.

One day he will be all alone

A ‘grown-up’ as they say,

Strong and virile and determined

And in a daily fray.

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com