I am tired more often now
I sleep more often
And wake many times in the night
I grow more lazy and indifferent
I am old
And have given up
Though I tell myself
I should not give up-
Inside I feel I am
Not finished
But also feel I am finished
I write these words weakly
As if were scribbling across an empty blackboard
perpetually erased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...while balanced on a fence.'