Who cares what the old man knows.
Why he took the road he chose.
Why he thinks the way he does.
Reminisces of what was.
Who cares if the old man dies.
As he's buried, no one cries.
Since none cared for the old knave,
He took his wisdom to the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people do take their wisdom and knowledge to the grave with them, unknown and unappreciated. Very nice poem. thanks for posting, Michael.