when it comes it will be no suprise
it will be welcomed as a prize
an award for a life...lived
yes that I've done- lived
quietly, plodding on my way
shuffling head down day to day
observing society disintegrate
living, not quite loving
not quite hating
but when it comes it will be glorious
I've spent my days impotently furious
my rage caged by social convention
my soul boiling with stifled compulsion
unable to leave or live
but I did live...
I woke each day and went to school
while there I was some boys fool
I grew up got a job which I've kept
and was alone in the crowd
and wept
within my heart while my face laughed out loud
that is my life
nobody's mother.not anyone's wife
when it arrives it will be blessed
as right as rain, as corrosive as acid
and I will dance in the throes of death
laughing with my last breath
I will leave and happy that my long life is at end
leave all the living to to live as long as I end
end my life as it begun. unwanted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem