I learned Patience in my old age
When I understood all my years of
Racing to literary Greatness
Had gotten me nowhere-
And when I understood
That waiting while helping
A disabled person
Was no sin-
And that I would
After even a longer waiting
Than I had ever been able
To quietly wait before
There would still be time-
To write masterpieces for nothing to nowhere-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem