I am not among the popular few
The flowery praise which upon me is said
May wither with the morning dew
It won’t weigh me down if I remain unheard
I am not among the popular few
I have not walked the higher way yet
I can’t improvise when you miss your cue
But I forbid the lower way; you place a bet
I am not among the popular few
You stand a better chance of catching a ghost
Than me being among the popular few
But of having me, some morrow you may boast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem