Even I am sometimes on the fence,
With admitting whether or not my commitment...
To my creativity is sincere and real.
Afterall...
I've only been associated with it,
For over 60 years.
And that doesn't seem long at all.
Perhaps if I am given 60 more...
I should be definite about my feelings.
Since time has a way of flying by,
To leave many undecided as to what they enjoy.
But who knows what the future holds?
Maybe something else will find a way,
To come along and distract me to get my attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem