I am not what I once was
And I am not what I will be
I am what I once was
And I am what I will be
I know who I am
And I will never know
Who I really am
If anyone-
All these games of words with myself
Yield now to the simple moving of my fingers
As I write these lines
And does it matter
Will it ever really matter
That even now I am unknown
Writing these words?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah. Self introspection. In that case we know you more than you know you. Poet Shalom Freedman.