All this writing
All this ambition
All this pretension
And with so much of it
Negative despairing-
And who will care for it
When I am gone?
No one
Except perhaps a family member
And what a negative influence on them
Might it be?
Perhaps it is wise
When I come near the end
To delete as much of it as possible-
One day it will be
As if I never were-
And if my writing is too
As if it never were
What difference will it make
To anyone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem