I am here alone watching the world
I propose to it
And its gestures are obscene
I wish I could have a friend
Like the egrets on a cow's hump
No one comes to me
But the wind blowing my direction
And it wake old age
I will soon roll my sleeves to sneeze
I can see that now
That my eyes' muscles are weak
And I can see far rather than near
I am sure of this hope
That I will be there
Before I finally go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem