By Freeyad Ibrahim
A twenty-year-old woman is like a soccer ball,
with twenty-two men running behind it.
At the age of thirty, she resembles a basketball,
with ten men running behind it.
At the age of forty, she is like a baseball,
one man running after it.
At the age of fifty, she is like a tennis ball,
tossed by every man to another.
And at the age of sixty, she is like a golf ball,
everyone wants to put it into the hole!
Freyad Hugo
Dutch Writer, poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem