The shutters,
Are now all worn.
With rusted hinges,
And leaves overgrown.
Yet standing tall,
Open,
Bold and proud.
So too,
I shall grow old.
Like a shutter,
Humbly time-worn,
Tall and overgrown.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
The shutters,
Are now all worn.
With rusted hinges,
And leaves overgrown.
Yet standing tall,
Open,
Bold and proud.
So too,
I shall grow old.
Like a shutter,
Humbly time-worn,
Tall and overgrown.