I am less disappointed
About all I have done disappearing
And more disappointed at the thought
That everything humanity has done
That all that we are
May well disappear
I do not know
I pray to God this will not be
But when I think about
The Big Freeze or the Big Rip or the Big Crush
Or whatever distant end is predicted for everything
I am sadder than I would be
If it were only my work alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem