Who am I to rock,
to change the way,
like weather cock?
I couldn't catch,
anything in fist.
I didn't win the match.
I ran behind all,
in the playground.
Finally, I did fall.
I never, want to win.
Now, I'm at the same place,
as I always, have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good question... read mine stranger in the mirror