Suffice it to say
Wouldn't i hate for
The world to spin without me
And every bird chirping
i can't here is dead
In the flower it nectors
And every tune disagreeable
Is but an airwave
i can too tune out
So if one cries
i know the law
That tears shall dry
And i will wait
But it isn't the past
That i care
Only i know a world
Flood is but one drop
At a time
It may be that the world
Can spin without me
But i can't tell you why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem