A MAN ALONE IS ONLY HIS OWN DEATH
A man alone is only his own death
Who gives nothing to the generations to come
What does he give?
What has his life been for?
A man alone as far he goes
Goes nowhere.
Even if they worship his dust
His dust is just dust,
And his life has been death also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have so enjoyed reading the small number of poems I have time for this morning. I must go to work now, but hopefully will find time soon to read more of your wonderful work.