Do not blame me
For my endless sadness
I am a small man
Growing smaller
An old man
Growing older
Old in my last days
Giving my time to others
Who will never care for me
An old man a sad man, a poor man
Singing and happy inside
Because he is alive
And can still write and dream
But sad also
Very sad
For all the things in life
That he is not made alright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem