Age thirty five! It is half of way
We are in the middle of life like Dante
Jewel in our young ages
Begging, imploring is useless now,
It goes with having no pity on
Did it snow to my temple?
Is this face with wrinkle, my God?
And purple circles under my eyes?
Why are you seen like an enemy;
mirrors I have expected as a friend for years
Time changes the person
I am not the one in the picture whichever I look at
Where is those days, those enthusiasm, those excitement?
I am not this pleasant man.
Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı was born in 4,1910 and died in 13,1956.He was famous Turkish poet.He had many famous poems.Age 35 is his most famous poem.