I have a thing for notebooks
it does not take much for me to fall in love.
It is the complicated ones I love most
as befits a nature.
In years past it was the multi colored pages
today as eighty and certain death approaches
it is size and weight of paper that drives this love
but the secret agenda is
I hope one will contain
the poem that will endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem