For ever so long, I've kept my pictures
in a cardboard box, on top of my closet
shelf. Pictures taken years ago, of family,
friends and myself. I thought I would get to
them, arrange the pictures in a book, then
put it away. My intentions may have been
good, but like all good intentions, they
sometimes, go astray. What made me
realize this, was when I wanted a certain
picture, it was impossible to find. I had
to spill out the contents of the box and
sift through all the photos. I thought I'd
lose my mind. No more procrastination,
on my part. I'm putting everything together,
then you'll see, a perfect work, of art!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem