So much of life has passed
So many years are gone
I have, no matter what, few left
In comparison to what is gone
The weight of all I have not done in all those years
Makes me hope to do anything now seem foolish
It is gone
I have lost
I have not done in all those years
Anything like I would have liked to have done
So many years have gone by
It is no use hoping any longer
That I will truly do anything
It is gone
And I will soon be gone
And it has not been done
And yet
Fool that I am
I still have some time
And in order to not fall apart
And multiply the torment
I must never give up
I must still try
I must never give up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's a Catch22 in that, Shalom