I wanted to write a song
about my woes and journey so far
but I have forgotten how a guitar is strung
nor how to arrange the solfa
I wanted to write a poem
about life and growing older
but I sit here overwhelmed
me and my muse stumbling each other over
I wanted to tell a story
thirty years down the line should be enough to tell
death comes first for your memory
then leave you deliberating heaven or hell
we all just want to make meaning
dodging the straight lines and making the bends
but we are just still in the beginning
a lifetime away from the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem