Every year begins with a new hope
With a dream
And now in the beginning
Before I come to know another aspect
Of what I am not
I dream again-
Yet after so many years
And such long and repeated disappointment
I know
I am not really beginning again
I am only continuing
The long slow struggle
That someday perhaps soon
Perhaps even this year
Will be over-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It gets better when you retire! Good ink