My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
and still I have not
said my best words yet,
but still sweet words come to me.
Every day my hair is
turning more grey
and when I want
to determine the sum of my life
and find the meaning of it,
it’s like a hurricane
that twists away from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem