I share my space with a wild 'possum,
having been fired and now out of work.
But still, the ocean remains so awesome
in my mind it washes, always a'lurk
reminds me in lack of work to not shirk
for, else I be doomed to obscurity
lost in the hazes of history's mirk
this isolated abnormality
lends neither answer nor finality
a song that all men through life have since felt
all us a conscious singularity
just as the cards on the table now dealt-
so the possum and I play solitaire;
no penthouse on Earth could ever compare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem