In my old age
I often do not know
What to do with myself
Haven't I done all the real work I can do
Written what I was capable of?
No one needs or wants much of anything from me
I have done my job
And I can go to my long home-
And where are my friends?
Many of them are dead
And half the others too sick or lost
To really be friends as they were before
I do not feel I am worth much at all
The world seems to say
‘Goodbye old fool you have had your hour
And soon it will be no more'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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