A poem of my own
Of my own life-
It had its own special beauty and meaning
And it had its special failures and failings also
In the end it may well not have been good enough-
There are many poems
Millions of poems
No one else can write
But the one who lived them-
Few of them thrive
And most of them die
As lonely as they were
When they were begun-
My poem is probably one of them
Though I pray it is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah you really wrote a poem that no one else could write...because it came from your soul and not to others: D