Or write the poem I would have written-
The older I grow the more I become aware
Of all I could not do-
And how many I once scorned as my inferiors
Are far better than I could ever become-
The great ‘master of all those who know and write’
Is not the master of anything at all-
Lesser and smaller in so many ways
Than so many others
I spent a lifetime being a fool
And believing otherwise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem