Unfortunately,
I did not have a life...
Edited to block out reality.
Or protect my steps to prevent,
Hard knocks.
It was determined lessons I should learn.
Unfortunately,
My experiences came to shock.
With memories I keep unforgotten,
That may offend others unknowing what it is...
To live lives without delusions.
Or unable to figure out which ones to stop.
But then fortunate I've been,
To recognize the difference between...
Pretensions made to impress as they are addressed.
And those too shallow with a limited consciousness.
And from them I'm certain I am not missed when I exit.
I know I'm not missed,
Not at all when I exit.
No I'm not missed.
Not at all when I exit.
I know I'm not missed,
Not at all when I exit.
No I'm not missed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem