Who am I,
sometimes I wonder,
a sunny day or approaching thunder
A mirror’s reflection
is that really me?
When others look, who do they see
What I do or what I say
or what I think, or how I pray
Who I love or who loves me
who I am or want to be
I remember me from years ago
Where is he, I don’t know
And when I’m gone and I can’t see
What will other say of me
What ever they say
friend or foe
They can’t be right
if I don’t know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem