I can't write anymore
I have been defeated
Everything I write
Means nothing to anyone
I am done
But I perhaps have years ahead
And no other work dream
I am writing these lines
So I suppose
Will write again
I am the old fool
Who repeats the same thing endlessly
And continues to expect a different result
Is this poem too
Worth somehow more
Than its no readers now
Say it is?
You judge yourself too harshly! We are all the same, thinking our writings Will not remain, Or even afraid we cannot write again, But talent always wins over time And your poetry is, Not just a mere pastime. Yes your Poetry is much more Than just a waste of time. At least, I sincerely think so!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Shalom, please don't stop writing.