perhaps why i never
had that rose tattoo
or that desire to have
a tattoo, my name or
her name in my arm
or body or thigh, perhaps,
it is because i have
never believed in permanence
never expected forever
to keep me happy
i must admit, as early as
that moment when sadness
came, that nothing lasts
forever, except perhaps,
perhaps, when we are gone
and shall have arrived at
that Great Beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem