The world does not need my poem
Soon it will not need me-
A few people need me,
They will need me when I am not here-
I will disappoint them by not being here-
It is the last thing in the world I want to do
To disappoint the few who really matter-
But what to do?
I am just another human being
Another mortal on this earth
It is not given to me,
What is not given to anyone else
Even though I so much want it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true but keep it coming and we'll follow you in the light or at night in utter love or pure despite