Life standing here, waiting for someone to get it,
to understand what it's about.
No one ever does, and misstatements happen repeatedly
through the years.
Sometimes a poet comes really close and makes people
think and try to do a better job with what they've
been given.
In the end, life is mostly misspent and never adds
up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem