Listening to music, trying to keep my spirits energized,
just writing, feeling a total disappointment in life.
Looking within, not finding anything worthwhile I can do
to help, just continue to write poetry.
Paying my dues yet again in an endless cycle of poverty,
looking forward to my last sunset.
Leaving this exasperating life on earth and be in heaven
where there is only peace and serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem