I dreamt in deep, dark misery
Of life, my mess...this travesty
A hole that deepens from within,
Of goals not met and worldly sin
As time goes by and friends un-made
The best of plans erased, un-laid
Now thirty-something seems so old,
To listen to advice I'm told
Of how to make a world for me,
To paint a landscape I can see
Of colors bright and bold and mine,
A life my own, that I design
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The way of looking one's life with the tinge of hope very fine thank you Antonia