an unfinished business
a reason to live and shy away from the
courage to die,
at twenty, you ask for a little time
longer, at thirty, you beg, another ten years
you pray, another more,
for an unfinished business
an house that looks like a face
wanting still to have eyes to see
what was not even started
others passed away at ten
and then just the same, even at sixty
all shall be forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem