I am lost among the stars
Flashing as headlights of cars
Beacons waving me forward
Drifting ever shoreward
Trying so hard to live
There is nothing left to give
I am a broken, useless man
I have done all that I can
It's never even enough
Eternally me I rebuff
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I would like to translate this poem
We do not need material belongings to give. Being lost among the stars, your title sounds so beautiful, yet the reality behind your words is sad. You give so much in your words and what you have been through, Tony you are far from a useless man. Thank You