If I ever leave the earth
Shall I trust you to retain the chaos of my ink
Onto the fluffy sheets of papyrus lees,
So those who live in my absence can onto the letters blink.
Though my scripts may to you be vain
But let them live for at least one can they serve:
For thou art reading knowing no thing is worth nothing
And so shall you live to save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem