For those who do not succeed
The last long years may still be
A vain striving -
While others wiser happier
Devote themselves to giving to
And teaching others-
There is more than one price to failure
An old man like me
Pays for his folly and vanity
Even in the time of decline
He is still writing his little lines
And waiting for ‘Eureka'
To descend from Heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem