I look at myself today...
And realize all the gray..
All the long hard strewn flare,
Is showing itself off at bare.
All the joy and the pain...
Intermingled..
and interplayed.
So...I asked this at myself today,
'Have I got a wee to vouch for..
at my narrow self designated way? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem