Some of these articles are old
Some first is last you see,
Some may be written wrong
But they are all clear to me.
My life is in these pages
I add from day to day,
Philosophy, and sentiment mingled
They are not written for pay.
I record the things of interest
To me, and me alone.
There's nothing to be ashamed of
Or to boast of what I've done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem