《当我老了》

当我老了，两眼昏花

一副堪用的花镜，

一叠泛黄的书信。

当我老了，双耳聋郁

三两积灰的唱片，

几首陌生的老歌。

当我老了，双腿沉迈

一支安静的拐杖，

一段遥远的小路。

当我老了，独坐窗前

在阳光的花洒中，

被旧日温暖。

当我老了，倚睡床头

在黑夜的深去中，

被黎明叫醒。

当我老了，凝望路口。

在拜访的等候中，

被讣闻唤回。

当我老了，

当 

我老了。

when I am old,dim-sighted

with a outworn glasses

and stacks of faded letters

When I am old, deaf-almost

with several dusty albums

and some unfamiliar old songs

When I am old, clumsy-moved

with a silent crutch

and a distant courtyard

When I am old, Sitting by window

with sunshine shedding

warmed by old memories

When I am old, leaning on bedside

fall asleep in the darkness

wake up in the dawn

When I am old, staring at intersection

in the waiting of being visited

recalled by another obituary

When I am old

I am old

a older

2016-08-31 写于宿迁