O it's almost the end of another decade.
And alas time is not on my side. Too many days
Have been wasted on the margins; licking my wounds.
For too many years, I have fraternised with fools.
I'm slowly picking up the fragments of a bleak
December. I'm trying to forge new hopes and dreams
Out of the ashes and rags of the spectral past.
I still desire a deeper Love that will last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem