What if I play, play and play
and never ever score a goal?
What if I make no friends;
sit and lie very alone?
What if I read, read and read
but never get a wisdom seed?
What if I love my love for nothing
and no word is never given?
What if I write many new poems
but never ever become a poet?
What if I die just in three days
and then just nothing remains?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine, I love it, thanks.