Neath this mound of swarthy earth
Lies twined with roots and stones,
The vanity of my flesh and bones.
Say what you may of my life's worth,
But while I still had my breath in me
I was and would say, I am just me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short witty poem with a brillant meaing. DO not care what others think, for their opinuin is nothing but futile. Good on ya, mate