Do not press me
Do not press me
With time.
Now I have aged
Now weakness reigns
In my limbs.
I think mistakes
I made and made
Into oblivion
Of mistakes the cumulus
Will make me fade.
The day is done
The life is closed
All youth is fled.
The book is read.
Do not press me
Do not press me
With time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem