Sometimes I feel I could have been so much
I could have been perhaps
An English language songwriter
A third-rate character-actor
A slightly off- tune singer
A hit-and-miss comedian
A poor journalist
Instead I became
A mediocre writer
A too prolific less than minor poet
I could have been perhaps many things
But I am only what I chose to try to be
And this it seems to me
Is sometimes so so much
And other times
Nothing much at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true and prolific poetic pen ink knows to write only small to great slight to depth everything in time on time for every life line