Once I Was The Greatest
Some may call me crazy
I think I'm losing my mind
I seem to misplace things
They are just so hard to find
When I was much younger
Finding things was easier
Now when I am searching
My eyes only see a blur
I find it hard to write
In my current state of stress
Words do not flow freely
I'm confussed I must confess
Once I was the greatest
Poet that has ever been
How I long for those days
Now I'm only a has-been
Ed T 12/18/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem