A Veteran of Stupidity,
-On glassed aisles go-
With spumes of lackluster
-Atramentous and waves of cordial green-
I watch the world go topsy-turvy,
And my blinders fall.
If all were said and done again,
I’d wish it to erase-
Gone be the mistakes I’ve made,
And with it pleas of wisdom.
For wherefore hath it strung?
If all were said and done?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem