The list is too long
Of all those
I wanted to help and could not
It begins with my father
And probably will end with myself
A lifetime of trying to help
And sometimes in some small way
Or in many small ways
Yes
But for the deep despair
For the most difficult lost people
And for the truly painfully ill
I could not I cannot I don't think I will ever truly help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem