How I wonder,
what I came in here for.
I must have forgotten as,
as I came through the door.
I'm sure it had
to do with something.
I could never forget
just plain old nothing.
I ask for opinions
and get dubious retorts.
I think it was
an errand of sorts.
July 1974
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem