I mulled to be best
Munificent thought
That I could be it
Yet truth is lucid
I only muddle things
That showed I couldn't do it
Then I mummed becoming best
Instead I just focus to be good
That soon I become better
Now I can but mumble
While I now contemplate
That I would rather be a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom, , , , , comes with age