The years have been detailed,
But I remember scarcely of their colors.
Most were black and white
And few, so few were golden.
I must stress the distress
I feel about my life.
Can one claim a life as theirs
If they can only recall
Little of living it?
I'd like another choice, please.
Never would I have wanted this life.
I can vaguely even remember it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem